I waffle on big decisions.
To pick a place to settle in – at least for the next few years – isn’t an easy decision, and I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve made a few choices, did several turnarounds, then chose again and am still wondering if I’ve done it all correctly. Fickle, fickle, fickle.
Melbourne (Australia, not Florida) is it for now, with the partner, which sort of makes things easier and not, with also the view that this might just be a temporary location before we pack and move again.
An apartment in the Docklands via Airbnb for about a month and a half is what we got before we flew in – though this might have suspiciously been a sublet that isn’t quite legal. With property prices at an all-time high, the apartment is a bit of a rare find, though unexpectedly ill-furnished, dirty and quite lacking in basic amenities.
Jet-lagged and tired from the packing up, we hit the ground running with a huge number of things set before us: applying for medicare, stocking the apartment with daily trips to places like Kmart, Target, Coles, Woolworths, Harris Scarfe, Big W, getting a bank account done up, buying a printer (online!), looking at cars, license conversion, scouting out permanent rental places, jobs…and the list pretty much goes on and on.
Transitions are never easy. But it’s a new start I’m hoping to get very excited over…soon.