Just under a year between posts. Whew, close. If I go over a year without a post the blog is automatically absorbed by a large Internet porn hub. Not the worst way to go out, but still ...
So, where was I? Right, sold. The house was sold and we moved into a rental, then in December 2011 we moved out of the rental and basically exploded all over the globe. I stayed in London to work while my family moved to Brisbane to stay with the mother-in-law. All our belongings are wedged in a storage container somewhere in industrial outer-London, awaiting instructions as to their destination. Now the decision has been made: destination, Brisbane!
Nicole looked at Sydney. She confirmed her love of the Eastern Suburbs remained, but we could as easily move our family into that neighbourhood as we could effect a hostile takeover of Google. So she looked around the north side, the Upper North Shore. Then she kept going a bit further. Then a bit further. Further still.
We've decided to settle on the Upper Upper Upper Upper Far North Shore of Sydney (AKA Brisbane).
I realised I could keep slogging away in London getting effectively nowhere, while separated from my family; or I could slog away in Australia with my family. To quote an Amanda Palmer song, I thought: fuck it, I'm gonna go to Australia. I now have a month to get my shit together and say goodbye to twelve years of London life.
I spoke to a friend in Brisbane the other day to get some information on the job market. He told me I could buy him a XXXX when I got there. I told him to piss off. I'm not buying anyone a XXXX, not ever. I'll find my own job.
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