A Torn Heart

I am sitting here posting at work.

I have a lot on, and clients pestering me about various things I should have sent to them. But I am pretty calm and relaxed. Thinking about going to the gym at lunchtime.

What's keeping me nice and relaxed is the thought that any of the work that I do not manage to finish over the next three weeks immediately becomes somebody elses problem. Sounds harsh I know, but I am really finding it quite hard to motivate myself (this is, of course partially due to the fact that I went to Lowenbrau at The Rocks last night and indulged in 1 litre glasses of beer).

Every time I let someone new know I am leaving and going back to the UK, they say "why do you want to leave Australia?"

I can't say anything to them about the company, so I cite personal reasons.

In truth, personally I am pretty torn and struggle to repel their attempts to persuade me to stay.

I miss friends and family, and the support I get in the UK. I miss the work I was doing over there which I felt was very progressive and innovative.

I have no idea, though if in a years time, I will be regretting the decision, wishing I had spent more time in Sydney, cycling, hiking, climbing, windsurfing etc...

What is certain is that I will miss the people over here. I will miss the banter in the office, I will miss the trips to the beach. Despite work issues, I think I will miss my newfound responsibilities that were somewhat forced upon me.

I dont think I will miss the city though. The city is not for me.

There is no doubt that in a few years time, Lucy and I will get the travelling itch again , and have some more different experiences. Maybe even back in some other part of Australia or New Zealand.