The Gold Coast Uncut

Well, far be it from me to maintain any type of chornological order. I wanted to copy and paste my historical rants in this new blog as a source of entertainment for myself. Is it narcisstic to love reading your own work? Possibly, but far be it from me also to give a damn.

We've just returned from 7 days in the Gold Coast. Our first proper family holiday and as I anticipated more expensive then buying a automobile. I wasn't however going to go away with a mental calculator deducting every expense, I wanted to be free from the normal financial constraints we live with on a day to day basis - afterall this was a holiday for myself too.

The children adored every moment, from waking up and packing the car in the dark hours of the morning right down the last pie we bit into for on the way home. We were peaking as a family, one of those rare times when everyone is exhuberant and the dynamics are strong and unfaliable. Free from mood swings and irritability, it was like a break from ourselves too.

One thing is for sure, Queensland is definitely the better place to raise children. The marked difference between the people in the north and here in the city of sydney being that queenslanders are capable of common courtesy and they have the remarkable talent of being able to crack a smile every now and then.

I had a gut instinct about Sydney the moment we drove away from the airport. I tried desperately to smother this rising despair as we drove through suburbia. I made a decision not to expose my innermost feelings to anyone in my immediate family. Partly due to pride (I was afterall the mastermind of this whole migration west) but more in the hope that my instincts were off. It appears a year and a bit later, they were pretty much still as accurate as the day I sat in that car.

One thing that saves grace in this whole situation is my job. I work with the best bunch of people who do things that make me laugh at the most inappropriate times. I have also made more money here then I ever have in my adulthood. I guess that feat wasn't a huge one to conquer since my curriculum vitae consists of job titles such as "house keeping attendant" and "receptionist" but this job has given a great bit of financial freedom (hence the family holiday).

Anyway, I dont know where all the above rambling was leading to - I obviously at one time had a point to this rare glimpse into my psyche; it just escapes me completely now, two minutes before my shift ends.