Arc Tangent

The pho­tos below were taken yes­ter­day, as I drove South from Can­berra to Mel­bourne. It’s about a 680km drive — only trance music and caf­feine kept me going!

The first is The Dog on the Tucker­box. Story goes some­thing like: old drover orders his dog to guard his tucker­box as he goes into town to wet his whis­tle at the local pub. Being the kind of man he is, he gets into a bit of a biff, and loses his life over some­thing silly. The dog, ever loyal, guards the tucker­box — howl­ing and pin­ing for her mas­ter — until she finally expires.

Gets me all misty eyed every time.

The sec­ond is a bloody great sub­ma­rine in the ground. It’s HMAS Hol­brook — which I guess is named after the town — and it’s a weird sight as you drive down the arid NSW stretch of the Hume High­way. The town styles itself ‘the sub­ma­rine town’ and has a top-​notch bak­ery in it!

So. My story. I’m now work­ing for site​point​.com, and just to make it clear, my opin­ions and expres­sions on this blog are wholly my own and do not reflect upon my employer, etc etc!

I’m in Mel­bourne. To live. Look­ing for a place to call home, camped out in some friends’ largely empty flat. It’s weird and excit­ing to think I’m liv­ing here now — not going home at the end of the week like usual.

Depend­ing on the out­come of this week, the next month may end up being com­pletely mad. I have a poten­tial job down in Mel­bourne — not a bad one, by the seem­ing of it — and if it all pans out, I may have to be down there for at least a week or two in Decem­ber (and then mov­ing down there per­ma­nently thereafter).

I also have my Uncle Phil’s wed­ding to go to in a fort­night, so I have to work that in.

Then there’s the usual Christmas-​period mad­ness; par­ties, social engage­ments, try­ing to get enough con­tract­ing work done to make enough money to sur­vive. It’s get­ting some­what stress­ful already and it hasn’t even started.

Every­thing could work out mag­nif­i­cently (what a refresh­ing change that would make) or it could all go rather pear-​shaped. I don’t know what to expect, but I’m deeply hope­ful that I can make some big and pos­i­tive changes.