Halfway to Paradise.

I’ve moved. Well I should say I’ve moved out and am staying with my parents for a couple of days before I make my way to my new home, and life, in Melbourne.
Saying goodbye at work wasn’t as difficult as I thought it was going to be. I had to endure through the farewell lunch and farewell afternoon tea which would have been more painful than it could have been if the boss had had her way. I spend the last day doing the rounds and saying goodbye, dolling out kisses and receiving praise for all the hard work that I’d done. It was all pretty painless.
I will miss the people I work with, because as much as I bitch about them I did genuinly like working with all of them. One man in particular I will miss and he reads this diary, you know who you are, thank you for keeping me sane I will miss working with you my friend.

However work wasn’t really the farewell that I was going to struggle with it was James.
I’m not going to go into details but it didn’t go the way that I would have liked I cannot lie. However I am glad that I did get to spend the last couple of days with him, even if it was shared in the company of his boyfriend.

I had spent the week packing and sorting. Not having a lot of stuff to begin with there wasn’t a whole lot that I needed to take with me, I did run out of boxes, but I suspect that has to do with my poor packing abilities, but it was all done in good time. I had to leave a few things behind because there simple wasn’t anymore room to put it, my little gay-mobile was so full I was afraid if I passed a cop on the way down that he’d pull me over, but it was inconsequential belongings (ironing board, clothes basket, george my tikihead pot plant, mini herb garden etc. nothing not easily replaced.)

I had an argument with Ash 15 minutes before I was due to walk out the door, over money of course, why WHY I ask you would you leave this to the last 15 minutes when you’ve had a damn week to do it? The simple reason is he’s always too drunk and stonned to be able to. But he banged out his argument about me owing him 3 weeks rent instead of one, because I don’t pay rent in advance, which I damn well do because I gave him $620 (two weeks rent in advance and two weeks bond), a week before I moved in so as to secure the room, but he refused to believe it. This coming from a man who cant remember if he’d eaten the night before because he gets so constantly wasted. Then $160 for gas and some random amount for an as-yet issued electricity bill. Both of which I refused to pay because they don’t exisit and when he’s prepared to show them to me then I’ll pay them.
Strange man and am very glad I don’t have to deal with him anymore.
He ows me $310 bond, when the bills come, like it or not, that’s what he can take the owed amount out of.
ANYWAY, I had an 8 hour drive ahead of me and the removlaists had not planned on coming to pick up my stuff until some rediculous time (between 10am and 2pm), I had told them that I had a long drive ahead of me and that I couldn’t really do the last 2 hours of it in the dark, shitty road used by logging tucks, prone to animals, some portions of it dirt etc etc, after some begging they narrowed it down to 12.
After our argument and me parting with $155, ash waiting for the guys to pick up my stuff I as couldn’t wait for them. We shook hands and I went on my merry way.

The trip to my parents place was boring as hell. After a lunch stop over in Canberra to see my little sister, BIL and nephew I fast tracked it to Wonboyn, arriving shortly after 530.
Had a delicious dinner, caught up with my dear Faboo.

I’ll stay here until Friday morning and then make the final stage on my voyage to Melburne, and my new life.

Exciting times.

David Guetta – Titanium (feat. Sia)
you shout it loud but i cant hear a word you say im talking loud not saying much im criticized but all your bullets ricochet you shoot me down but i get up im bulletproof nothing to lose fire away fire away ricochet you take your aim fire away fire away you shoot me down but i wont fall i am titanium you shoot me down but i wont fall i am titanium cut me down but its you who had offered to fall ghost to-own and haunted love raise your voice sticks and stones may break my bones im talking loud not saying much im bulletproof nothing to lose fire away fire away ricochet you take your aim fire away fire away you shoot me down but i wont fall i am titanium you shoot me down but i wont fall i am titanium i am titanium i am titanium stone hard machine gun fired at the ones who run stone hard as bulletproof glass you shoot me down but i wont fall i am titanium you shoot me down but i wont fall i am titanium you shoot me down but i wont fall i am titanium you shoot me down but i wont fall i am titanium i am titanium i am

LPH