History

Friday will mark 3 months of me being a working man, and today marks 3 months having moved out of home. Not sure how I feel about these things, but - wait for it - I’m gonna let you know. (gee, did you see that coming? not me, coz, totally…) *ahem* Let’s structure this. And let you in on what I’m doing - no deletes in this post, just restatements. You get to see my thought process. Which obviously isn’t as structured as this, because I added this after writing some lines below. That are after the cut. ...

61 months is how long it’s been since I moved down from Sydney, and now I’m moving back up. It’s been a long and interesting 5 years, and I’m going to do a quick summary here. Mainly because I can. Before Moving down from Sydney was a very reluctant thing for me. I’d got things fairly set in Sydney, with a good bunch of friends, and even if I was going to be moving schools regardless, I’d still be close to those people I stuck with since year 7. Moving is never easy for the very reasons it is exciting; in essence, your whole life is renewed with new opportunity. I managed to get into a good school in Melbourne, and if I didn’t know anyone there or indeed practically anything about the city before, it wasn’t so much of an issue. When you’re a 15 year old, you don’t have too much control over your life, and I like to think I do my best to make the best of a situation. ...