Neglectful

It hasn't been a month, but we're not far from it.

Hello!

It's not really that I've been busy, it's more that I've been tired. Working 5 days on, 2 days off is just too much for my whinging little body to handle! This is my pretend-Sunday, so it's almost over. On the bright side- on my pretend Monday I don't have to start until 3pm. Hooray! Imagine if that was true for everyone? What a happy humanity this world would have?

Felix and I should be moving to Melbourne within the next 30ish days, if everything goes to plan. Friday he's going into his old job and is going to ask if he can work for a month. We're fairly confident that they'll let him. The only thing that has stopped him going in before now is that I'm deathly scared of this house and I can't imagine being on my own here. I'm tearing up a little thinking about it.

Another bright side- I get to sleep with a baseball bat next to the bed. Awesome.

I'm felling so trapped in NZ now. As much as I love it, I miss my family. Not only that- I miss my country. I never ever ever thought I'd say that. Australia is very *very* wankery. I miss the wankerism.

Felix doesn't want to leave here, and we're going to be coming back to NZ for Christmas and in March. I just can't live here anymore. This was supposed to be a 6 month adventure at the most and it's just too much for me now. I can't keep going to work every single fucking day without there being any let up.

I'm not looking forward to going home to my parental situation though. They both tell me things that they hate about each other. I wish they would shut the fuck up and grow up!

And their daughter shouldn't have to tell them that.