27 Feb 2007

Every loser wins

Well, that has to be perhaps one of the shortest stays in a new home on record. After plumping for a house with a nice garden and pretending that I would somehow we satisfied with a surburban lifestyle, I have realised this is utter bollocks and will be moving into a flat in the city - just over a week after moving in (and for most of that I wasn't even there).

I guess I was mindful of what annoyed me so much in London - the full-on, work/party lifestyle that I could never get out of. Obviously I felt a nice house still accessible to the city was the best option. Truth be told, it isn't that accessible really. Front door to work/bar is 45-50 minutes...

Anyway, here's how I broke it to my house mates (for all of a week). They were, thankfully, fine about it all. Maybe they'd had enough of me already too...!

---------- Forwarded message ----------From: Matt Nicholls Date: 26-Feb-2007 16:52Subject: confession timeTo: Joshua Booyens Hiya Josh

Hope your Monday back at work was ok - it was my first day working for five weeks, so imagine how I felt!

Anyway, I hope you get this e-mail before you leave for the day as I wanted to explain something in depth before having to face you guys and explain it. I'm very, very sorry about this, but I am going to move out of the house before the end of the week. I honestly didn't expect things to work out like this. In order to explain why this has happened, I need to put the decision in context...

Two weekends ago I promised myself I would make a decision on which house share to go for based on the six places I had viewed. I was anxious to move out of hotels and get the matter sorted out - not least because at this stage I didn't have a job and wanted some kind of security.

My first choice was an apartment in Potts Point. It was my first choice because not only was it a great home, it was ten minutes from the city, Oxford Street and everything else. I could walk to wherever I wanted to be, more or less. In my mind it was my first choice when I came to meet you and Joel that Saturday in Newtown, but I still wanted to meet you guys before deciding finally.

I'm not just saying this, but you guys were by far and away the soundest people I had met to share with. The house also sounded great (it is!) and so I was genuinely very interested.

The next day I still had not heard back from the guy in Potts Point as he was still showing it to other people. It was also the day before my job interview, and I guess I was a bit on edge. I craved the stability that would come from a home and a job so I could relax and enjoy life living in Sydney. So, in the evening I rang you and accepted the room.

The next day after my interview, I had a message from the guy in Potts Point - the room in his apartment was mine if I wanted it. For the rest of the day I went round and round in my head about what to do. The place in Potts Point was my first choice, but I had accepted the room in Chatswood and I didn't want to go back on my word. This sounds silly now, but I really didn't want to let you guys down after saying yes. I was also convincing myself that Chatswood was the best option, that it would give me the space and environment to chill out away from city life that I so craved in London.

When I moved into the house, my emotions were mixed. The place is absolutely amazing, but I just didn't feel comfortable in Chatswood itself. It just isn't 'me'.

I should stress that there is no problem whatsoever with you, Joel and Margo. None at all. I do feel, however, that a more 'settled' person would be better for you to live with. I don't know how long I'm going to be in Australia - I certainly can't afford to start buying lots of furniture that I would ahve to leave behind when I do eventually go. This may sound convenient, but i just feel it would be better for you guys to have somebody there who could make a better contribution towards making it a home.

The time I spent in Byron gave me the opportunity to make the decision. By co-incidence, I received a text message from the guy in Potts Point on Friday asking how I was getting on. I mentioned that I felt Chatswood was not for me and that I had made a mistake. He replied that the room at his place was still available. We met for a drink yesterday, talked about it, and I agreed to move in.

I am so very, very sorry to have mucked you around like this. It goes without saying that I should have accepted the Potts Point apartment before moving my stuff into your place. I hope you appreciate that one of the reasons I didn't was because I was reluctant to let you guys down - even though I have now ended up doing precisely that.

I can't afford to spend the reminder of my time in Sydney regretting things - which is what I would have done every day I walked up the hill to Chatswood station and stood on a crammed train into the city, or every time I had to get a cab home from a night out. All the time I would have remembered that I could have been living within walking distance of everything had I not made the decision to live in Chatswood.

Anyway, I will doubtless discuss all of this further when I get home later. It goes without saying i will do anyhing I can to help you find a replacement.

Matt

Time to pack my things up again...

25 Feb 2007

Back to life, back to reality...

Pictures like the one above are now officially a thing of the past. For at least the next few months. Bugger.

Yes, after five whole weeks - five glorious weeks - of not working, and not really doing anything of any note, it has to end. Tomorrow (Monday) I start work with the NSW Fire Brigade press office. I have my own tax code, employee number and all the other mundane crap associated with having to work. The holiday is over. I am no longer a tourist in Sydney. I have a home here, a job, a bank account etc etc etc...

It would be out of character for me to not whinge about having to work. Truth be told, I made the decision to make this trip more of a living abroad - as opposed to travelling abroad - experience. I am intrigued about what will confront me when I start work here tomorrow, how I will feel on a day to day basis - how that will compare to back home, how it will compare to when I first got to Australia a month ago...

Right. Tonight I will be sensible and prepare myself for tomorrow. Who knows what will happen if this job goes well? Time to iron the shirt and trousers (hopefully within a few weeks I can dispense with these) and remind myself not to burp in the office or use four letter swear words.

Oh, and best not to think too much about the fact you're about to move out of the house you've just moved into, and how this may upset the people you're living with. Let's leave that until tomorrow...