As I have detailed the reasons for returning to the Mother Country before (see this post), I shan't go into all that again.
Let's just briefly look at what has happened in the three years since:
2016
Yep. I did blog a bit during this period, but I was unemployed for the majority of it.
To sum up: I struggled to find work; did a number of odd jobs here and there; moved in with dear friends in Bristol and worked as their Housekeeper for a few months; lots of celebs died; Brexit; Trump; watched a lot of TV.
2017
Moved to Sheffield; got a job with a tech company as their Receptionist-cum-Office Manager; found a nice little apartment; watched a lot of TV.
2018
Was held hostage at knife-point in my own apartment for two hours while my place was trashed and robbed; became depressed again; stacked on weight; went to court only to be gutted when the culprit got off with a 24-month suspended sentence; watched a lot of TV.
That's it in a nutshell. Obviously the robbery can be the subject of a blog post in itself - but I will wait until I am in a better frame of mind.
Throughout this triumvirate of annual adventures, it felt like I was a bear climbing up a mountain only to tumble down the other side. However, not one to give in (pish) I am going to climb the next mountain with gusto.
It is time for me to return to Melbourne, Australia.
The reason for doing this is so that I can renew my Permanent Residency before it runs out (in 2020) and also get my Australian Citizenship. I intend to get a dual passport so I can travel between the two countries freely. I feel that I have families in both. I am still waiting for one of my clever, scientific friends to hurry up and invent the matter transporter. I really don't know why they haven't pulled their finger out yet! So lazy!
Once there, I will be staying with friends until I get msyelf sorted. I am applying for a variety of jobs - publishing roles, office manager roles, kitten cuddler roles (I wish!) - and intend to get myself settled pretty damn quick.
The one thing I am not looking forward to is the heat. After stacking on the weight this year (see post-robbery-depression malarkey!) I will be sweating like a fat horse eating chillies on a treadmill in a sauna. I DO intend to lose weight again. I have done it before, so I know I can repeat my success (even at forty-bloody-three years old!).
Sorry... I simply can't resist an AbFab gif.
So... that's my situation and my goals kind of set. If anyone had any jobs for me out there in Australia, let me know An annual salary of eighty billion dollars would be peachy, thanks!
Right, time to sign off (for now) but, of course... I HAVE to end with an image from...
