I love my town, the smells the people, the ability to go for a walk without the security fears drilled into me by Dad and Dani.
I went to the Queen Vic on Saturday and walked with wonder through the aisles. Seeing everything and nothing. Knowing that I knew which stall to go to to get the best banana's who has the best price on furry koalas and the smell of rancid rotting fruit and vegetables that is the in between.
All familiar and it was if I had been sensorialy deprived. And I know I am at home. So ridiculously soppy I know. But it is amazing.
Days are filled with job hunts at the moment. Temp roles and roles in the UK. I am persusing the finance sector at the moment, but the thoughts of being a mud engineer are still there. So much so I am enrolling in VCE Math & Chemistry, that is along with CERT IV in training and assessment, a beginners project management course and pursuing the idea of completing and MBA.
So despite my I love home speech above I will be doing my best to leave again.
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