Is there anything more therapeutic than a big clear out? As someone who is such an aggressive culler that I once made my mother cry while trying help her sort through her stuff, I guess I might be a little biased, but there’s not much that makes me feel more alive or de-stressed than getting rid of a whole bunch of stuff I really don’t need anymore.
A little over a year ago, I left my job in the education marketing sector and started working for a tech startup. A tech startup based in Sydney. While based in Melbourne. That’s right, I entered the wonderful word of remote work.
About four months ago my husband’s work told him they were closing the office in Melbourne and centralising all their operations in Sydney. He could keep his job, but he’d have to move to Sydney to do so. And he had four weeks to tell them his decision.
For anyone who’s visited my blog before, you’ll probably have noticed that it looks quite different. The changes to my blog go a lot deeper than just the visuals, though.
Marriage is all about compromise. Which in my case means 'going camping with your husband's family at Easter'. Did I hate it as much as I expected to?
I’m not going to pretend that anyone really cares about this blog enough to have missed its semi-regular updates (insert obligatory and unconvincing “oh but we have...definitely...so much...cry ourselves to sleep every night” from the audience), but I still feel the need to justify my nine-month absence.
As you will know if your stalker diary is up to date, I have been in Canada for just over a week now and this experience more than qualifies me to make a complete and final assessment of this nation as a whole.