I realised that I had achieved my goal. I'm very happy with this little house and am working on the garden and enjoying such mundane things as keeping the lawn mown. Here it is a few months ago:
The climate here is fantastic. It never gets really hot or really cold. This is a distinct difference to Canberra, where I spent the previous 30 years. It's also far more liveable than Darwin, where I came from originally.
Oddly enough, for someone born in Darwin, I have always wanted to live in Tasmania, and am very happy that I'm here. The food is fantastic and the place is beautiful. The cats and I are really enjoying the place.
The only caveat is the job. I didn't expect to be working in a factory for minimum wage. A bit naively, I didn't know such places still existed. I assumed all workplaces kept up with the times. You know what I mean. Things like industrial relations, people using things like e-mail to communicate, facilities for staff, being civil to one another and treating everyone in the workplace with respect. I like most of the people there, but it is a very strange place.
I'm sure I'll get a proper job eventually. I have a day off on Friday and intend to spend it nagging people at the local TAFE to give me some teaching work. I have to find something else soon as I'm currently paying half of my salary on the mortgage. This is more an indicator of appalling rates of pay than a massive mortgage. It's not a sustainable situation.
In the mean time, I'm establishing connections in the local arty community and keep on applying for work.
Something will turn up.
1 comment:
Of course it will. You are a very resourceful person. Meanwhile, do you have any time to make stuff (like arty stuff? for markets, or just for yourself)?
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