Today is the first day without a Bill Leak cartoon. Not much fun that. Change is something that I have majored in but it doesn’t mean that I like it. I usually go kicking and screaming with my fingers curled around the door edges in a death grip that have to be pried apart, one by one. That’s my ego holding on and me doing the prying just in case you misunderstood and you thought I was being literal.
Change is coming to my life as well so I may as well tell you all about it. One year ago I quit my job to concentrate on my writing. I was going to give myself two years but I have decided to cut it short at one. Don’t get me wrong, it has gone well. I wrote two books, a third one is on the way and an actual publisher wants to publish it, the blog is going from strength to strength, a fair number of people hate me and you can’t get a better barometer for how well you’re doing than hate.
But it’s time to get reals as they say. The wife and I aren’t just doing a little change either. We’re upping sticks and leaving Australia. It’s back to Europe for us. Six years ago we came to Australia to further a certain number of goals. Those goals have been met and now it’s time to leave. I’m not sorry to go as I wasn’t happy to come back in the first place. Australia is not for me. That doesn’t mean that it’s not the place for anyone else; I’m only speaking for myself and the good wife. It’s just not the country that I grew up in. Plus the fact that there’s a big trap with spending so much time overseas. You expand your horizons to the point where you can’t relate to anything back home anymore.
So we’re off. Probably in about six weeks, although we haven’t finalised any plans as of yet. But once we’re back in Europe then I will be seeking some form of gainful employment where I can utilise my supreme skills of pissing everybody off on a regular basis. I will continue to write and blog but it will not be at the forefront of my daily activities. This may mean a reduced amount of posting, I’m not sure. A lot of work goes into these posts behind the scenes, work that I myself was not really aware of until very recently.
Sometimes I wonder if I just make things difficult for myself but the reality is that the good wife and I wouldn’t have it any other way. The guys at The Dingoes podcast yesterday accused me, amongst other things, of being something akin to the ‘wandering Jew’. I don’t know; perhaps I am. This whole business of not going down the beaten path can become a path in itself. But that isn’t why I do it. I go because I am unsatisfied and curious and I’d rather have a go and fail than sit around and moan at my lot in life.
Plus there are adventures to be had, and I am after all the gentleman adventurer. So here’s to adventures in far flung climes, where your wine glass is always topped up, your cigar never goes out, the sun always breaks through the morning mist, pretty girls always wear short dresses, your motorbike starts first time, your guests can all hold their drink, politics is left at the door, and someone knows how to cook.
Well that someone is me. I hope you all stick around as the adventure continues.