Hard to believe I just had my last corporate Christmas party in Australia last Wednesday.
Hard to believe I'll be gone in a couple of weeks.
As you have expected, my emotions have been a roller coaster in the last few days. Most of you would probably believe that I have been adapting well to my new found freedom, being a man of leisure and all...well you should try packing up a home with more than 5 years worth of memorabilia! I am sure I must have at least thrown away 30-40kg of rubbish accumulated over the years. Most of you who've been to our unit must agree its a very small unit, and where could we have possibly stowed so much rubbish away, well, I just found out didn't I?
My stress levels are directly proportionate to the accumulated chaos in the living room, and as I threw away more stuff, I became more and more relaxed, only to open another door or cabinet and be confronted by more stress....and I thought working was stressful, you must really try packing....
Other than that, I am confronted with the prospect of leaving my loved ones (and enemies I've grown to love), the familiarity, the weather, the freedom of being the only two people in the house etc..etc...
Have I made the right choice?
Is the grass always greener, only to be tainted by the same shit?
No one knows...all I know is that I'll be on a plane out of here soon, and I don't really know how I feel about it.
Yeah sure I'm looking forward to a fantastic farewell party this Saturday. Not that I'm blowing wind up my own skirt [that's a strange expression isn't it?], parties organised by Matt and myself are usually hot ticket property. But the party brings me closer to the departure date, and sometimes I think I will not fully appreciate what I have here until I move somewhere else. Don't get me wrong, I am going back to a great job, cheap food and cheap housing (courtesy of landlord mum). But am I glossing over the impact this might have on my friendships and relationship?
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