When I was 26 or so, in the middle of a particularly unsatisfactory relationship, I packed up everything and moved to the UK for a couple of years, until I found myself in a even worse relationship. Which is another story (I am a tres glam international divorcee lady of mystery).
SO. I am used to new places. I am good at making friends, which is odd because as I bang on about here ALL THE TIME, I am QUITE shy and definitely VERY socially awkward. I am good at occupying myself and moving beyond isolation or loneliness. I am good at finding my way around, where the good coffee is and the best place to buy cheese.
|That tin shed in the distance is our house|
I have been trying to work out where I fit here and I think part of my displaced feelings are because I miss having a bread and butter day job. I liked my 3-day-a-week job in Melbourne and miss the certainty of having that to return to. I don't think I was built to be a full time stay at home mum. Even now, I volunteer at Ruby's preschool in their office half a day a week to help out and don't get me wrong at all, I LOVE being a parent and ADORE my babies, but I like being Sally and not MUUUUUUUUM sometimes too. I think I am having trouble finding my place and who I am here - or who I am going to be. It's a sticky transition.