Back to "real" life...
Dec. 14th, 2002 09:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deathpixieTo quote the LOTR commentary, "Just what is 'real life' any way?"
So, the last vestige of my trip (in the form of a drunken Englishman who managed to captivate my family) has departed and I am now faced with the Herculean task of re-establishing myself in several milieus in a very limited time span. Next Friday I go back to work, in an as-yet-undisclosed location. At some point in the near future I have to find a place to live, and come up with the appropriate sums of money to pay for bond and rent and rental truck to transport my worldly goods. There are travel journal posts to be written, at the request of my family, at least. There is karate club, and tai chi, and Ladies Night at the rock climbing gym in Collingwood, and much catching up with people. GASP in February, by the looks of it. There's job hunting for a better job to be done. There's getting out of bed regularly every morning.
*grins broadly* Can't wait. :)
I have truly become trailer trash. I'm living in the caravan in my parents' backyard, as my younger brother has scored the spare room by that age-old legal principle of being there first. And it's great, even tho' I have to wander inside for the toilet and shower, because it's space to myself and not feeling like I'm underfoot or inconvenient or making a mess. I have my own slef-contained little world out there.
The next few days will be spent on various small chores, like sorting out various financial things that have cropped up, making Christmas lists and trying to figure out how to actually buy presents for my family this year. Letting my liver and my voice recover from the excesses of the past few weeks. My grandmother goes into hospital for a double knee reconstruction on Monday, so I'm guessing I'll be getting more driving in with taking my grandfather over to Albury to visit her and feeding him as well. And there is fic to be Written. Seems like five days aren't enough. *shrugs* It'll all turn out, I'm sure.
Looks like the non-planning people have had an Influence on me. But it's true - you can spend your life planning out what you'll do with it, then look around and realise it's already passed you by. And besides, things rarely turn out the way you wanted them to, but sometimes that's for the better.
So, the last vestige of my trip (in the form of a drunken Englishman who managed to captivate my family) has departed and I am now faced with the Herculean task of re-establishing myself in several milieus in a very limited time span. Next Friday I go back to work, in an as-yet-undisclosed location. At some point in the near future I have to find a place to live, and come up with the appropriate sums of money to pay for bond and rent and rental truck to transport my worldly goods. There are travel journal posts to be written, at the request of my family, at least. There is karate club, and tai chi, and Ladies Night at the rock climbing gym in Collingwood, and much catching up with people. GASP in February, by the looks of it. There's job hunting for a better job to be done. There's getting out of bed regularly every morning.
*grins broadly* Can't wait. :)
I have truly become trailer trash. I'm living in the caravan in my parents' backyard, as my younger brother has scored the spare room by that age-old legal principle of being there first. And it's great, even tho' I have to wander inside for the toilet and shower, because it's space to myself and not feeling like I'm underfoot or inconvenient or making a mess. I have my own slef-contained little world out there.
The next few days will be spent on various small chores, like sorting out various financial things that have cropped up, making Christmas lists and trying to figure out how to actually buy presents for my family this year. Letting my liver and my voice recover from the excesses of the past few weeks. My grandmother goes into hospital for a double knee reconstruction on Monday, so I'm guessing I'll be getting more driving in with taking my grandfather over to Albury to visit her and feeding him as well. And there is fic to be Written. Seems like five days aren't enough. *shrugs* It'll all turn out, I'm sure.
Looks like the non-planning people have had an Influence on me. But it's true - you can spend your life planning out what you'll do with it, then look around and realise it's already passed you by. And besides, things rarely turn out the way you wanted them to, but sometimes that's for the better.
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Ain't that the truth?
Date: 2002-12-14 01:27 pm (UTC)So are you coming down to Melbourne in the next 13 days? :)