No dreams to report today. I got home this morning and chucked down a couple of tablets and quickly fell into a codeine coma. Woke up 9 hours later feeling totally refreshed. The day of Australia Day is over and now I’m just working through the double-time overtime night.
Amy has been picking through catalogues of tiles as we start thinking about the details of our house. There still feels like a lot of work to be done but the contract is to have it finished in the next two months. In those two months, I will eventually have quit my job and left Australia. It still feels less than real. I’m not as stressed as I should be!
I continue to write up the 1994 diary entries, up to the end of March so far. I had a habit of writing with no paragraphs or breaks and when typing without capitals too. It’s a pain to keep track of where I’m up to in the text.
Each entry brings back evocative memories and it’s interesting to compare those times with these. Do I not feel stress this time because I have some idea of what I’m getting into this time? When I moved to Australia I would say it took me a good 18 months to feel settled. I missed all my friends and the things we got up to before I left, knowing that it would be a long time before we would be able to do those things again.
This time is a little more detached. It’s like we’ve already done the move but I’m not quite there yet. As I’m just quietly beavering away in Adelaide I’m not thinking about partying my way to the last day. Australia is a great country to live in really. It has its fair share of problems but it had greater potential possibilities too. I may be tipping my rose tinted glasses somewhat. Either way, the future is now.