The Adventure of Emma the travelling Gypsy continues…
Written: Sunday 24th October
Okay… so I’m writing this with the possibility that I won’t actually blog it. Here’s the situation: next Friday I have 2 job interviews in Sydney. If I get either of the jobs- I’ll be moving to Sydney within a month. And if that happens- I plan to write and blog about it. I guess you could consider this piece of prose (if it’s actually published!) to be the prelude…
IF… one of the channels wants to keep me- it will be the second major geographical move I’ve made within 12 months. When I first got back to Australia the thought of moving to Sydney freaked me out big time. Simply put- I didn’t want to ‘have’ to move to Sydney. Yet 11 months on… I feel very differently. Maybe it’s because I feel like I have a choice in the matter. I’m not sure what my initials reservations were about Sydney. Possibly… I just didn’t think I had it in me. I had such a difficult time readjusting to life back in Melbourne and I guess that I was scared Sydney would be even worse- especially without the support of family and old friends.
Leaving London was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I left behind a lot of special people and for 6 months I really suffered that grief. It wasn’t until I went back over Summer that I realized those people will always be there… and that friendships will continue even though geography separates us. It was an important lesson to learn and it’s proving so valuable right now. I’m not afraid to leave Melbourne- because I know the people who’ve made it so special once again- will always be in my life.
I’ve always had a theory about when the best time to leave a party is… and it’s when you’re still having fun. Leave before you get bored, or disgustingly drunk, or before fights break-out and the police bust your fun up! In hindsight- I left London at exactly the right time. In December 09 life was a party and I was in such a happy, loving and exciting place. Those feelings of warmth are what made it so hard to leave. Had I possessed the ability to see into the future and recognize how much more great stuff the universe had in store for me- I probably wouldn’t have howled like a baby on that teary flight out of Heathrow. Hindsight is a beautiful thing…
So right now- life in Melbourne is a party. In fact it’s the best party life has thrown thus far…. But at some point due to the lack of work for Promo Producers here- the music will stop and the lights will come on. Right now- this very moment- is the perfect time to leave. And when I take the road trip from Melbourne to Sydney with my very few belongings in tow- it won’t be tears- it will be big smiles and a gargantuan appetite for all the new amazing experiences and people Sydney will deliver.
That is of course… if I get the job. And as this is yet unpublished I’m going to be honest and say I’m quietly confident. Watch this space. Xxx
