No, thank you, I won’t answer the million dollar question; I’ll take the money and leave.
Sometimes it’s not about the money, for me this is the first time it’s ever been about the money and unless the money is good, and I mean really good, then not interested.
I said no to a shitty offer because I am worth more, and I don’t really want to be here – in a town which Lonely Planet describes as ‘the dullest place on Earth’. Because I am not boring and I do not deserve a boring life – nine months of observation and alienation are enough – halas!
In saying that I will leave behind some amazing people – friendships formed in haste but solid and beautiful nonetheless. As I said to my knitting group, if only these Monday nights and your friendship was enough, but as much as I love you guys it’s not. Those of you who have touched me know who you are and I send genuine love and gratitude and the offer of place to stay in the Byron hinterland once I finally stop.
Many years ago – when I first started this adventure I was given the advice – jump from the bridge – what’s the worst that can happen – advice about giving up security and trusting that the universe will provide.
In many ways she has.
Today I made another jump – a decision made about self worth and what kind of future I want and what I am prepared to sacrifice to get there.
It has never been about cash for me and I am currently displaced.
So back to my family in Perth for a couple of months, hopefully some temp work whilst my registration to teach in NSW is processed and then rural NSW for start of academic year unless I can find something beforehand.
I set off from Bellingen broken hearted seven years ago and have seen so many amazing places and met many many wonderful people.
I will miss being able to ‘pop to France for summer’ and proms at The Royal Albert Hall but will relish the family, friends, churning wild ocean, the sound of kookaburras and the blue/green contrast that only the Australian bush and sky can provide.
It’s time to come home.