Natalie; the Melbourne Piano Street Performer.

Sep 6th, 10:08

Dobby gave Dobby a sock. Dobby is free.

"Normally heaven or hell spotted the prophetic types and broadcast enough noises on the same mental channel to prevent any undue accuracy. Actually, that was rarely necessary; they normally found ways of generating their own static in self-defence against the images that echoed around their heads. Poor old St. John had his mushrooms. Nostradamus had his ale."

Platform Nine And Three Quarters

Goodbyes aren't my forte.

Came back to the office, for what will be the last time, to pick up the recommendation letter. Got out on the right subway station without counting stops or second guessing.

Doormen let me in without asking for identification. Got assigned three tasks by different women in stilettos before explaining that I don't work here anymore.

Wi-fi automatically connected.

I snuck in on the country director who scared me out of my wits, and thanked her for scaring me out of my wits. She unfailingly yelled at me, I unfailingly giggled back at her. I said goodbye and she refused to say it; she wanted me to keep working there, and demanded that I sort out my schedule around it. She asked me to recruit an army, I promised I would. She wasn't scary, not one bit.

Ran into the nice lady who saved my wet butt the first day, she said mine is a face she'll never forget, although I know my face is not what she'll remember.

Funny, how things wrap to a close. It all ends where it begins, leaving us just a scratch smarter.

Round and round and round we spin, with feet of lead and wings of tin.

I'm going to miss this place.