A New Job

A new job does seem to be somewhat a strange choice, given my need to move to Melbourne.  Nevertheless, there it is.  Soul sucking job is soon to be over and new, high paying, get me Melbourne job begins.

As I typed my resignation letter I had a silly grin plastered all over my face.

Sadly, this is not mine.

Preparation

Sorting.
De-cluttering.
Chucking out.
Donating.
Painting.
Gardening
Garage sale selling.
Packing.

Telling the parents.

That's what's involved on this end of moving, from rural-ish New South Wales to Melbourne.  1000 kilometres away.

A place to live.
Unpacking.
A place to work.
A different life.

There definitely comes a point, when it's time to move on.  Having lived in the coal-oriented Hunter Valley since I was a teenager, the itchy feet and desire for something different cannot be quietened anymore.

The sameness is stifling.

I would never say the journey of a thousand miles begins.....

The idea is to move from the Hunter Valley, New South Wales to Melbourne.  Successfully.  Without homicide.

Wish me luck.