02 July 2020

Moving, Blogging Hiatus & Life Updates: Part 1

It’s been 73 days since I last posted. I’m so sorry. Time somehow seemed to get away on me, and now I have that guilty feeling in my chest. You know that feeling you get when you haven’t caught up with a friend in a long time? That’s what this is.

Since I’ve been gone, there’s a fair bit that I to fill you in on. We need to talk about moving (multiple times), the blogging hiatus and everything else that’s been happening. So now might be the perfect time to make that cup of tea. No, no, seriously. I’ll wait.

Got it? Good. Let’s get into the juicy stuff.


First up, I moved! Hooray (this is kind of huge for me). I lived in Newcastle, NSW (Australia) for the first twenty-one years of my life, and now it’s time to do something different. On May 9th, I packed all of my belongings (yes, literally every single thing I own) into my Suzuki hatchback, and tried to get a good night’s sleep. I couldn’t. Of course, I couldn’t. A big move like this is the equivalent of Christmas morning for a child. There’s no way I could sleep when I was this excited.

My alarm was set for 4 am. I wanted to get on the road as soon as possible. My drive was an expected 9+ hours. Before I left I had a few loose ends to tie up. Borrowed clothing to return to friends, filling up my car and such. 5:15 am and finally, I was on the road. I was making it happen. I have a particularly vivid memory of the first part of the trip. There’s something wildly euphoric about letting go of any doubts and finally doing something that you’ve wanted to. The sun started to come up, my mood and emotions were indescribable. I truly hope I never forget that feeling.

The road trip itself wasn’t as bad as I expected. Nine hours sounds kind of crazy, and even more so when you’re by yourself. But I do alright at keeping myself company. When I arrived it was about 3 pm. There were a few delays, the worst being at the Queensland/ New South Wales border. With all the coronavirus restrictions, you need a permit to cross the border, and there were plenty of cars ahead of me that didn’t. My housemates were totally surprised that everything I owned was with me. My car is tiny, and being a minimalist has yet another perk.

I first moved into an apartment in a beautiful suburb in North Brisbane. “So, why Brisbane?” I’ve been asked a hundred times. And to be completely honest with you, there’s no particular reason. A few months ago I decided to move to Brisbane when a friend of mine said she was moving. I always knew I wanted to live in Queensland, and it wasn’t hard to convince me. Brisbane is beautiful, and the more I thought about it, the more I couldn’t think of reasons why not to move. I figured it’s like this: What if I’m unemployed, not studying, childless and single for a reason? And, what if I let this opportunity pass me by, and never again have this ideal set of circumstances. I had talked about it for so long, I felt as though I had nearly manifested the alignment of all these factors, and it was just good timing for me to finally do the thing I couldn’t stop thinking about. For me, it just made sense.

The crazy part: I had moved to a city where I didn’t know anyone, and I also had never been. Everything was new to me. And at first, it was exciting. I spent the first few days ‘settling in’. I didn’t have much to move, but I wanted to buy some furniture. I went shopping for homewares and started searching for a job.

I lived in that apartment for exactly 7 days. On the sixth night, I was asked to leave, and without getting too bogged down in the details, one of my housemates had a girlfriend that didn’t like that he lived with a woman. It’s crazy right, that I was being ‘kicked out’ because of their issue? I’m not too worried about the circumstances it was under. The fact remained that I needed somewhere to live. Where was I going to go? What was I to do? It’s not as though I knew anyone nearby, and I couldn’t (and didn’t want to) make the 9-hour journey back home. I felt like a failure. Things weren't turning out the way I dreamed they would

I will be posting the second part to this post next week.

Yours in all things sustainable,

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