Well obviously this job thingy in Florence hasn't worked out for me and after a stint of travelling, with no more ideas springing into mind, I'm heading back to Melbourne.
As the time to return edges closes, I'm getting more and more nervous about it. I have this bad feeling that everyone my age is doing 'mature' stuff like getting married and having babies and buying houses in Taylor's Lakes and building pergolas and all that sort of rubbish. This is my version of hell. I want to go out lots, have lots of friends to do so with, have a small apartment somewhere central (eventually), and spend my money on stupidity like backpacking through some obscure country.
This is possible, right? Not EVERYONE in Melbourne has decided to settle down and get a mortgage and buy a big shiny car that is far too expensive? Right? RIGHT?
(If the answer is no, I'm moving to Budapest).
Alleviate my fears. Tell me I've nothing to worry about.
Cheers,
Me.
As the time to return edges closes, I'm getting more and more nervous about it. I have this bad feeling that everyone my age is doing 'mature' stuff like getting married and having babies and buying houses in Taylor's Lakes and building pergolas and all that sort of rubbish. This is my version of hell. I want to go out lots, have lots of friends to do so with, have a small apartment somewhere central (eventually), and spend my money on stupidity like backpacking through some obscure country.
This is possible, right? Not EVERYONE in Melbourne has decided to settle down and get a mortgage and buy a big shiny car that is far too expensive? Right? RIGHT?
(If the answer is no, I'm moving to Budapest).
Alleviate my fears. Tell me I've nothing to worry about.
Cheers,
Me.







I find anything more than 15km from the CBD scary enough thanks. 



