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Lockdown and movement
Nov. 28th, 2020 11:50 amHello.
It has been a while, hasn't it? How are you all?
I thought I'd come back to blogging once I quit Facebook, but it's taken a year for me to reappear here. To feel the value of putting words out here to help quieten down the noise in here.
I'm moving house tomorrow. I've been in my place here for three years, and it has been kind to me. Three years: the longest I've lived anywhere since I left the flat in Auchenflower, Brisbane, around late 2006/early 2007. I have feelings about moving again after finally gaining the sense of stability and community I'd so needed.
So why move? Because my lovely housemate stayed with her partner in the country during covid lockdown #1, and managed to convert her job to remote working, moving out just before we went into Lockdown #2 - Isolate Harder. For various reasons I decided against trying to find a new housemate while the entire city was confined to home for 23 hours a day. I figured I could ride it out financially for a few months until life went back to "normal" and I got to go back to working in the office, at which point I'd get someone in again, or hopefully be able to buy a place of my own.
Lockdown #2 dragged on and I rattled around in my own head for so long that something went askew in my brain chemistry. I had to change my situation. Work still can't say when we'll be back in the office full time, paying all the rent was sending me broke and I desperately needed company. So I weighed up the options and uncertainties and found myself a room in a share house, the next suburb over. My new housemates are Ben, Steph and Steph's dog Ninja.
It's all been rather fast, and after 9 months living alone, sharing again is a big change that's a challenge with the heightened anxiety the lockdown has left me with.
That leaves me here, in a mostly-packed little townhouse, culling the kitchen things and working out what to put in storage and which plants will make it to the new house (oh, I went mad with the garden through the 9 months of restrictions and although everything is in pots and boxes it really can't all come), where I'll bunk down until the future looks a little more certain and I can make informed decisions about the next step.
In February I'll tick over 6 years in Melbourne, a city I only ever intended to stay in for one. I still don't love it, though I'm here for the job and in a global recession that becomes more important. The promised remote-working revolution may open new opportunities yet. We'll see.
Onwards.
It has been a while, hasn't it? How are you all?
I thought I'd come back to blogging once I quit Facebook, but it's taken a year for me to reappear here. To feel the value of putting words out here to help quieten down the noise in here.
I'm moving house tomorrow. I've been in my place here for three years, and it has been kind to me. Three years: the longest I've lived anywhere since I left the flat in Auchenflower, Brisbane, around late 2006/early 2007. I have feelings about moving again after finally gaining the sense of stability and community I'd so needed.
So why move? Because my lovely housemate stayed with her partner in the country during covid lockdown #1, and managed to convert her job to remote working, moving out just before we went into Lockdown #2 - Isolate Harder. For various reasons I decided against trying to find a new housemate while the entire city was confined to home for 23 hours a day. I figured I could ride it out financially for a few months until life went back to "normal" and I got to go back to working in the office, at which point I'd get someone in again, or hopefully be able to buy a place of my own.
Lockdown #2 dragged on and I rattled around in my own head for so long that something went askew in my brain chemistry. I had to change my situation. Work still can't say when we'll be back in the office full time, paying all the rent was sending me broke and I desperately needed company. So I weighed up the options and uncertainties and found myself a room in a share house, the next suburb over. My new housemates are Ben, Steph and Steph's dog Ninja.
It's all been rather fast, and after 9 months living alone, sharing again is a big change that's a challenge with the heightened anxiety the lockdown has left me with.
That leaves me here, in a mostly-packed little townhouse, culling the kitchen things and working out what to put in storage and which plants will make it to the new house (oh, I went mad with the garden through the 9 months of restrictions and although everything is in pots and boxes it really can't all come), where I'll bunk down until the future looks a little more certain and I can make informed decisions about the next step.
In February I'll tick over 6 years in Melbourne, a city I only ever intended to stay in for one. I still don't love it, though I'm here for the job and in a global recession that becomes more important. The promised remote-working revolution may open new opportunities yet. We'll see.
Onwards.
