I am scared shitless...
March 7th 2008 10:15
"Are you sure you are going to be ok?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me."
"But you would have to quit your job and stuff, and you might not find a good job here...."
"Really, I will be fine. Just concentrate on uni ok?"
In truth? I am scared shitless.
I arrived in Coffs Harbour (Sawtell, to be exact) this morning at 1am by CountryLink. The 8 hour train trip was slightly rough, with none of the comfort CountryLink customers show contently on their advertisements, but, bearable.
The house is a mess, with half opened boxes taking up every square meter in the lounge room. The place is nice, with a nice backyard and on a quiet street, about 15 mins walk to the shops, just far enough for an exercise and close enough without having to drive. After getting up we spent most of the day putting our furnitures back together and arranging them around the place, and it wasn't until we sat down for a break did I start to realise this is actually happening.
So say I am not concerned, I'd be lying. The neighbours surrounding us are either all retirees or older couples with kids already left home. No many people our age are about. After seven at night, the entire area falls into an eerie silence, as if everyone had already gone to sleep.
I didn't know what I was expecting. To be able to live here, in a comfortable lifestyle and just visit cafes along the Sawtell strip all day? I would love to, but in reality, I will need a job, especially when Will is going to be a full time student possible only have time to do shifts in the local Coles. Besides the local government, jobs in this area revolve around trades or hospitality, not much for me.
And I couldn't possibly live on the puny writing income I am currently earning on the side. Which means there is a chance I'll have to go back being a waitress, which I suppose, I wouldn't mind if money wasn't an issue.
It makes me realise just how powerful love can be, the force love has to drive us into making sacrifices to support the other person, to make us do things even though we are scared shitless.
I thought I'd share these feelings with you before getting back to reminiscing the past.
Have you ever made big sacrifices for love?
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me."
"But you would have to quit your job and stuff, and you might not find a good job here...."
"Really, I will be fine. Just concentrate on uni ok?"
In truth? I am scared shitless.
I arrived in Coffs Harbour (Sawtell, to be exact) this morning at 1am by CountryLink. The 8 hour train trip was slightly rough, with none of the comfort CountryLink customers show contently on their advertisements, but, bearable.
The house is a mess, with half opened boxes taking up every square meter in the lounge room. The place is nice, with a nice backyard and on a quiet street, about 15 mins walk to the shops, just far enough for an exercise and close enough without having to drive. After getting up we spent most of the day putting our furnitures back together and arranging them around the place, and it wasn't until we sat down for a break did I start to realise this is actually happening.
So say I am not concerned, I'd be lying. The neighbours surrounding us are either all retirees or older couples with kids already left home. No many people our age are about. After seven at night, the entire area falls into an eerie silence, as if everyone had already gone to sleep.
I didn't know what I was expecting. To be able to live here, in a comfortable lifestyle and just visit cafes along the Sawtell strip all day? I would love to, but in reality, I will need a job, especially when Will is going to be a full time student possible only have time to do shifts in the local Coles. Besides the local government, jobs in this area revolve around trades or hospitality, not much for me.
And I couldn't possibly live on the puny writing income I am currently earning on the side. Which means there is a chance I'll have to go back being a waitress, which I suppose, I wouldn't mind if money wasn't an issue.
It makes me realise just how powerful love can be, the force love has to drive us into making sacrifices to support the other person, to make us do things even though we are scared shitless.
I thought I'd share these feelings with you before getting back to reminiscing the past.
Have you ever made big sacrifices for love?
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Comment by Michaelie
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Best wishes.
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Comment by Ash
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Sounds like you have found the lifestyle most writers crave... the peace and solitude and coming home to fall into the arms of the one you love.
I know what you mean about living in a place which has little on offer - but I`m sure in time you will begin to carve out your little niche and find your place where you fit into it all.
Ash
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Hi Ash - I know, that's what I thought at first - it's certainly a heaven. From the backyard I can watch the sun set over the hills, it's absolutely beautiful! Now that I have spent some time here I am loving it!