The Present…

My previous blogpost kindly leads us into the present. Good old 2020. Yay!

Not long after we landed in back into Melbourne (when the Coronavirus was just a mere whisper) and had just about got my bearings, met up with a few of our friends etc, did the first part of my partner visa application come through granting me temporary residency status. To activate this, I had to leave the country. My partner and I begrudgingly (ha!) booked a trip to Fiji. 3 days into our holiday and the wonderful Coronavirus that we now know and love so well, took over in full force. We cut our trip short and flew back to Australia, just in time to get me into the country before the borders were closed or I’d have been winging my way back to sunny old Blighty and not knowing when I’d next see my fiancé.

The entire world then plunged into months of lockdown. We spent our first stint of lockdown out in Regional Victoria in the lovely country town of Bairnsdale where my partners parents live. Lockdown life didn’t feel too bad out there with the big open spaces and beautiful countryside surrounding us. Plus, having two cats and a dog to play with always helped. However, we were a long distance away from our friends back in Melbourne.

When our first wave was deemed to be over, we saw visited all the friends we could possibly squeeze in, celebrated all the birthdays we could normally and did the fastest house hunt known to man to get ourselves back to Melbourne and in amongst the people we loved and ready to get going on the life we’d been looking forward to getting back too for so long. I started job hunting and 97 job applications later, I got used to the rejections emails that came alongside this arduous slog.

A week and a half after moving to back to the city, after only about 5 weeks of wonderful freedom, our second wave hit. Little did we know but we were about to be locked down again and harder than we had been before and for a long, long, long period of time.

The job front started to look up when I got offered a position as a nanny looking after three children. At first, it felt good to get out of the house, but after a month or so, I soon realised that this wouldn’t be the right family or situation for me. As with many others around the world, my anxiety during lockdown had reached an all time high and my gut feeling, and certain circumstances had driven me to the decision to resign.

So, here we are. At the present day. I’m back on the unemployment line with creativity just bursting at my seams waiting to get out so I’ve decided to give it a whirl, take the plunge. As with everyone else in lockdown, we all have a little extra time on our hands to pursue the things we love but never would have otherwise.