Oh Pho!

Anglesea beach - Anglesea, Victoria Australia, 2012

No man is an island. BUT one couch is.

Surrounded by a large body of carpet, our flat's couch sits calmly in our lounge room, patiently waiting for our return from what ever sort of day we have had. Whether it be a lazy day in bed followed by a wander though the nearby streets, an early morning rise to an awaiting bike ready for you (to pedal to what ever destiny you seek) or, the early ( slightly grumpy) riser returning home from yet another day of 9-5.

What draws us to this island? Is it the sense of safety it expels from its warn-in leather folds? Or is it the way it is perfectly poised within our flats lounge room space. Right smack bang in front of the T.V, with a view of the street and in line with the receding afternoon sun.

What ever it is, I was ready for some long awaited couch time when I returned home from work today. It's not an uncommon occurrence that, my flat mates and I, return home believing that we will achieve great things and...inevitably end up spending hours of the night sitting on the couch.

That's not to say that sitting on your arse is a bad thing.

On the contrary, it is one of the few times (for us) that we get to share experiences, laugh (or scream) at movies and argue about our views on the world - life and beyond. Some nights, like tonight, the merge to the couch was seamless and simple. Your house mate kindly offers to make you Pho, a meal you have never had (yes, you heard me,never!)and watch a Japanese film, whilst drinking lemon ginger tea. And you strand yourselves on the island that sits in the middle of your life - and lounge room.