I spoke to my parents last night. My mum seems pretty excited about the prospect of coming over to Australia for my sister's wedding. We even discussed a stopover in Thailand, which is very good, will probably be fun. Maybe. Either way I think they are trying their darnedest to get here. Mum also told me I'm not allowed to come back to the UK. I'm not sure how to take that. But I guess, mumma says...
Dad said I seem much happier. Those two comments together though seems like they are trying to get me to stay here so they can get residency without filling out too much paperwork. But it also says that this place is clearly good for me. I'm not quite sure I want to stay here though, not yet. I am certain I want to see a lot more though. I don't really feel like I've found a place here yet. A real 'home' in Australia. Sure, I could make do with some places if I ended up staying here, it's just nowhere completely fits just yet. Some people must think I'm mad for not instantly wanting to move here, maybe I am. I'ts got to feel right though. It can't just be because I feel pressured because everyone loves it here. I have to want to do it. Decide where I belong on my own. Truth is though, I've never felt that lost, I'm not looking for home. However, it is still hard to drown out other people's influences. I'll listen to my heart and my angels if I get stuck. They always see me right.
Today was my first day in the salon. It went even better than I had hoped it to. The day flew past and I even ended with an email of gratitude from my boss!'Thanks champ you did good today il cya,later in the week enjoy your day off :-)' Winning.
I do feel I have at least got this right. The career path. I went out for work this morning, with my takeaway coffee, my made up face and donning the uniform I had left behind five years ago. As I walked up the street, I realised just how good it felt. How much it fit. Even if the uniform was two sizes too big. I was presentable to Salon standards, but not in an overly 'Blonde-Barbie-Essex-Bombshell' type of way. My clients were lovely all day.
Most of them are older ladies, but honestly some of the discussions I have had today. Of course I can't repeat it due to client confidentiality. Still, I guess I can tweak some parts and use false identities. I'm still getting used to the way people speak in this country. People quite openly referring to others are retards. This country definitely takes a chill pill where PC is concerned! And people talking about the infamous Chopper Reid like he's their next door neighbor, it all seems a bit surreal.
But I am enjoying it, my hours work well to accommodate my travel wishes too. It is pretty much going fabulously and feels so right. I've even been getting client re-bookings, so I can't be half bad can I?
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