Heard it through the grapevine (of doom)
One of the things I had failed to factor in to a move to the country is the ever-present country grapevine.
I have now run into three different friends from "the old days" (TM) and two of them have already been well aware of my impending return to the area.
And of course, they're all like
"Dude, WTF!?! Our town will be so much better with you on the scene! LOLZ!!!1!1"
Erhum. Well. I don't know if that's what they're thinking or not. I like to make the best of things, so that's my interpretation.
And to be perfectly frank, one of the reasons I'm moving to the country is to get some goddamn rest.
The job I work now has a high level of stress and my "ambition"* at the moment is to reduce that stress, not increase it.
This is something that at least some of my friends should be able to empathise with, having made similar decisions themselves.
It's fair to say that any raised eyebrows regarding my move will be met with a shrug and secret joyous dancing at the prospect of working a job with
a. regular hours
b. limited, well-paid overtime
c. unlimited access to the beach any time I damn well choose to go (outside working hours)
One thing I've learnt through living in Melbourne for 12 years is that urban dwellers (specifically St Kilda-ites, of which I was one for a short time) are under the mistaken impression that what we have in Melbourne are beaches. They are not beaches. They are strips of sand (or sometimes, rocks) with dirty water. Don't get me wrong, I love Soul Mama as much as the next girl, and have had many a pleasant fish-and-chipper from Half Moon Bay, but I would rather hit the beach with a sweaty salami sandwich and a frozen bottle of cordial if the beach I'm heading to looks like this:
In other news, it occurred to me with some dread today that if I move back to the country under a state Liberal Government it will be like I never left:
Services - gone
Funding to communities - gone
Quality free education for the under-18s - gone
Rail/bus services - gone
Please please please good people of Victoria do not let this happen.
I'M WARNING YOU......
love,
Gigglewick
* one of my less than subtle colleagues thought she'd share with me her view that I was "too ambitious to move to the country". I have no idea what this means but suspect it is one of those "for GOD'S SAKE GIGGLEWICK, GET ON THE FAST TRACK AND STAY THERE YOU FOOL" type pronouncements.
I have now run into three different friends from "the old days" (TM) and two of them have already been well aware of my impending return to the area.
And of course, they're all like
"Dude, WTF!?! Our town will be so much better with you on the scene! LOLZ!!!1!1"
Erhum. Well. I don't know if that's what they're thinking or not. I like to make the best of things, so that's my interpretation.
And to be perfectly frank, one of the reasons I'm moving to the country is to get some goddamn rest.
The job I work now has a high level of stress and my "ambition"* at the moment is to reduce that stress, not increase it.
This is something that at least some of my friends should be able to empathise with, having made similar decisions themselves.
It's fair to say that any raised eyebrows regarding my move will be met with a shrug and secret joyous dancing at the prospect of working a job with
a. regular hours
b. limited, well-paid overtime
c. unlimited access to the beach any time I damn well choose to go (outside working hours)
One thing I've learnt through living in Melbourne for 12 years is that urban dwellers (specifically St Kilda-ites, of which I was one for a short time) are under the mistaken impression that what we have in Melbourne are beaches. They are not beaches. They are strips of sand (or sometimes, rocks) with dirty water. Don't get me wrong, I love Soul Mama as much as the next girl, and have had many a pleasant fish-and-chipper from Half Moon Bay, but I would rather hit the beach with a sweaty salami sandwich and a frozen bottle of cordial if the beach I'm heading to looks like this:
In other news, it occurred to me with some dread today that if I move back to the country under a state Liberal Government it will be like I never left:
Services - gone
Funding to communities - gone
Quality free education for the under-18s - gone
Rail/bus services - gone
Please please please good people of Victoria do not let this happen.
I'M WARNING YOU......
love,
Gigglewick
* one of my less than subtle colleagues thought she'd share with me her view that I was "too ambitious to move to the country". I have no idea what this means but suspect it is one of those "for GOD'S SAKE GIGGLEWICK, GET ON THE FAST TRACK AND STAY THERE YOU FOOL" type pronouncements.
posted by gigglewick at
8:34 pm
7 Comments:
I am 'from' Sydney originally (just moments after I was 'from' the womb) and my parents were always extremely dismissive of Port Phillip Bay. A beach has SURF!!! I, on the other hand, have grown very fond of the ripple.
And I have heeded your thinly veiled threat, and WILL SLIT MY OWN THROAT before I vote liberal.
And my word verification started with muiva. One of those bogan baby-name spellings, obviously.
Meva,
Re the beach: fair enough. I am "from" Melbourne for the first two years of my life, then moved to the Murray River for a bit and then down to the coast: the formative years of my beachgoing life spent on a beach that doesn't stop until it hits Antarctica. That'll put hair on your chest (something I can personally attest to).
Your bogan name-spelling still doesn't top my personal favourite 'India' (a name I quite like) spelled, I kid you not,
INDIEYA
As in, geddit indieya.
Re your vote: I'm pleased to hear it, although have it on good authority that as long as your ballot isn't too blood soaked, they'll still let you lodge it. Best to decide on any evasive action required BEFORE leaving the house.
Also, when I said the beach doesn't stop until it hits Antarctica, I clearly meant
the ocean doesn't stop until it hits Antarctica. Otherwise there would be a very long landbrige in the style of prehistoric times.
The biggest mistake I made when moving to rural Victoria was to move to a town which was three hours drive from the nearest beach (and that beach was in St Kilda).
Glad to hear you have avoided this fairly basic mistake. And surely there's no realistic prospect of a state Liberal government any time soon? I really would have to move if that happened
INCraig,
I do my best.
Gigglewickagogo registered by the way.
I am so suggestible.
What a pretty beach! I have one at the end of my street, but it doesn't have any surf to speak of.
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