It's Been One Week

Is that song in your head now?

I can't say those five words without singing them. So let's do it.

It's been one week since you looked at me

Cocked your head to the side, said "seeya, maybe"

Six days since you drank with me

Saying, "I'm just so jealous, I wish it was me"

Two days since the sad goodbyes

I realized I couldn't help but just ugly cry

Yesterday, you'd forgotten me

But it'll still be six days 'till I'm off with Radley

That's right, it's been one week exactly since I left work. I tell you walking out those office doors for the last time in a long time feels like taking a huge sigh. I had finally reached that watermark.

But! I was no where near close to relaxing. There was still the issue of packing my house up. I decided not to keep my furniture but to start fresh with a whole new set when I return.

Instead of selling it and making a bit of cash I thought I would donate it and generate some good karma, the furniture was 4 years old and in good nick, good looking too, I was channelling a 60s/beach vibe that I loved.

I can honestly say that that was the most painful, thankless fucking experience. And for all the people who made it so difficult I'd like to say a sincere Fuck You!

First I was going to give it to someone who had just moved and needed to furnish their place. I won't name names so we'll call her Painful McSlutface to be nice 😜

I held on to the furniture for her for a week and she ghosted me!

Next try was a charity and I really can't be fucked explaining that fiasco but I did have plenty to say at the time, I only hope the message was delivered.

The message was basically *charity that's bloody useless*, next time you have someone who wants to donate some furniture fucking call back like you said you would, don't make me call you four times, write down what they are donating and pass that on to the poor bastard who pulled up at my place with only his ute!

Would like to know what Mr Bean trick she thought he was gonna pull with my dining table, queen sized bed, fridge and various cabinets/coffee table/buffet etc.

Gumtree was my saving grace. After ringing around to a number of charities, none of which could help, and me crying on the phone with the poor confused woman from St Vincent de Paul, I placed an add on Gumtree "Free - pick up only".

I shit you not it was all gone within 3 hours.

But that's not even the hardest thing I've been dealing with, neither is cleaning the house, sorting out which clothes I'm taking and which I'm storing, getting the bathroom re-grouted for rent, dealing with the unbelievable body aches from so much stress, or doing the online study for the volunteering programs.

No, the hardest thing is saying goodbye to people. OK, maybe goodbye is a little dramatic as I am coming back.... maybe..... perhaps....

But I've been saying farewell (much better) to the people in my life and it's actually harder than I anticipated. I didn't think it would affect me as much as it has because saying farewell has been a constant in my life. My parents split when I was quite young so moving from one parent to another was always a big deal as my mum lived in Perth and my dad in Roebourne. And I felt like over the years I became desensitised to it. This time though, this time it feels different. Probably because it's not routine. This is new and it's scary and there's no guarantee things will be the same when I return, in fact I am 100% sure they will not.

Wednesday was an emotional day. Me and Radley had breakfast with a friend who means a lot to me. I was having a great time but every time he got up from the table tears would spring into my eyes because I knew brekkie would be over soon and then it'll be a year before we saw each other again. Later that night I had dinner with another friend who means a lot to me. I was having a wonderful night, laughing and talking and sharing stories and jokes and yet I would get these flashes of anxiety because again I knew dinner would be over I wouldn't see him again for a year.

I tried to stay happy and focus on my amazing holiday and yet both times I walked away like

Today is an important day though because today is the first time in a bloody long time I have been able to just relax. I've not left the house. I have not had to pack or clean or run errands.

I have been sitting on my lovely round black arse all day enjoying doing sweet fuck all!

Bottomless brunch about to fill my hole

Enjoying not having to deal with furniture fuck-wits