Here I am sitting at my desk in the freezing cold of the Adelaide suburbs wondering how I got here??? Well, obviously I know how I got here, I picked up my life in Central Queensland and moved back to my home town. I guess I'm thinking a little more metaphorically...........
When we finally were able to move back into our Adelaide house it was extremely surreal – it was like the last five years never happened. Belongings went back into places where they were five years ago, the same cupboards hold the same glasses and crockery, the gym area is home to the same treadmill, weights and other exercise equipment, the television is back in the same spot, two out of three of the children are back at their old school and apart from a few more wrinkles and grey hairs we are pretty much living the life we walked away from five years ago.
Well, most of my family are living their old lives and routines it wasn't / isn't so easy for me. I have struggled to find any type of ongoing permanent work and therefore I am just picking up bits and pieces of teaching when they become available, usually last minute relief teaching days. Whilst this sort of work pays well enough it has robbed me of any sort of routine. I hate it and I feel I am slowly falling into the depths of 'unemployment'. I realise that many teachers love the freedom that relief teaching offers, however I am not one of them. I need structure. I need to know what I am doing and when I am doing it. I need routine. My 'routine' currently exists of getting the children off to school, and ensuring they are fed and watered three times a day.
I know many of you are probably screaming at me right now, urging me to enjoy this time of 'unemployment', this time where I don't need an alarm clock, this time when the dog and I can walk for kilometres without thoughts of returning home until one of us starts to tire or get hungry, this time when I can head out for a coffee in the morning in the knowledge that I don't need to be back home until 3:15pm.
I wonder, no, I don't wonder, I'm pretty confident that once I do start working properly again I too will look back on this time and scream at myself for not taking greater advantage of my 'unemployment'.
Where is the grass greener?