December 10th, 2012

December 10th, 2012 was not the best of times but it was not the worst of times. I was moving home. Melbourne was not working. I was somewhat traumatised from the sharehouse experience I'd had and I wanted to be with the whole family for Christmas.

December 10th, 2012 marked the end of the craziest week of my life. The Wednesday prior was when the decision was made that it was time to go home. The next few days were spent trying to make everything work. I sent home 10 huge post packs of stuff and threw out two trunk loads of stuff/ clothes in order to come in at the right weight for my suitcases. I had to quit my job, finish my traineeship, have some awkward goodbye conversations that I could have done without, ship my car back to Perth and pack up my room.

Today, December 10th, 2013, I am about to attend a Champagne brunch with the girls from work. (Here's hoping Spinnakers has nice brunch food, i'm not one for champagne). And tomorrow I'm performing at Burswood Theatre. Thursday night is Bon Jovi.. and I so do not regret leaving.

You always know that some things just take time. A bad break up will seem like a distant memory, in time, moving somewhere else will seem like home, in time, but until you get to that point, however many months or years later, it doesn't seem realistic. Here I am, a year later and smiling. The only reason I smiled at this point last year was that I was going home without my family telling me I had failed. Pretty bleak time.

Expect a review on Spinnakers. I hear it's pretty fancy and, no doubt, that's the reason we will leave there after brunch to continue drinking at The Breakwater instead.

Ciao xx