It's finally happening, guys. I have a foreseeable plan, I know what to do, and I just need to wait out the time now. I'm gunna be moving in with my best friend in a matter of weeks. I'd been worried about rent and costs, but I've been told I can stay for free while working - until I move in.
Long story short, I went to work Tuesday, and asked about any jobs going in Melbourne. Lo and behold, the higher-ups at work were just talking about how they were going to get someone to cover the cleaning jobs in Melbourne. Bingo. So, once I cleared it with
, packed and went to an appointment or two, I scampered off back toward the city, making record time and arriving before sundown.
I went to work the next day, off to Footscray, where I met with the boss and his son and learned the layout of an art studio I'm soon to be cleaning. We got separated on the way to a second art studio, and I ended up doing most of it on my own. That's how much faith they have in me. Unfortunately, they thought I was moving that weekend, and had planned to give me those shifts starting that week.
But, a move isn't as far off as I'd initially set... I stayed back a couple of days in Melbourne and came home this afternoon, again, tearing record time. I need to watch my highway driving, though. I tend to space out a little and focus on just the cars in front rather than those around me also. I'm a shit driver. I won't deny it.
Anyway, after getting home, I said I'd talked about getting a truck to move my things eventually, and Mum offered to store my bigger things until I could come pick them up. For a price, of course. I've spent most of this afternoon around the house collecting things like CDs, DVDs and a few of my own towels and things (to be honest, Mum kept walking in with things I'd never even thought about). I'm going to go through my wardrobe a little later and see what clothes I really do want and which items are just sentimental or "may have a use one day". I do need some more pants, though. I bled all over mine yesterday 'cause I was too stubborn to pull over and clear my nosebleed once I was on Bell St and heading for Doncaster.
I think the most interesting thing about the whole week is that I was given a key to the house. I'd refused at first, suggesting it was better to take it ONCE I had moved in, but it made sense if I was to be working and was out most of the day. The chain I put the key on broke, and I was forced to put it on my main key ring - like I was being told the key is mine.
I didn't want to come home today, but I made myself. I've got things to take care of here, and though I'm separate from some of the closest friends I've ever had, it's not going to be for too long. I'm hosting a Bendigo furmeet this coming Saturday, and will likely be back in Melbourne after work the following Monday, possibly for the Wednesday shift I was trained up for.
And to move some smaller things over. Stuff I won't be missing while here. I need to get some more boxes, though. Ones I can have packed, then unpack in Melbourne, and take home empty for another load.
I was scared of what my family would think when I first wanted to move to Melbourne. I've been told it's a risky and foolish move, but everything seems to be a sign to make that move. I'd said May could be a viable time to save and move, but if I can go without my furniture for a while, I can wait until my tax return is in, hire a truck, and my step-dad has agreed to drive my things to my new home with me. I could probably do it, but I don't feel confident on those hills of Doncaster in a big vehicle.
I was worried my family would see this as cutting them off, but they fully support me taking my own path (and possibly feel it's long overdue at nearly 27).