A Wee Bit Rested...

 Feeling marginally better. Of course, I am sure it will all jump back on board - there are 3 funerals in the next 2 weeks. That'll make 11 in 11 months. So, so over that...

I am still packing up my house - it's a slow process, but then, I am not necessarily shifting for 13 months. It's just a part of the process of coping and preparing mentally.

I have - narrowed down - the where to a massive swathe of QLD. Rockhampton to the Cairns area, no further inland than Mareeba. That's a lot of territory to cover. No doubt I will narrow it down further as we go.

I got an offer from Torrens, for the Diploma of Tourism Management. Get through that and I will only have 2 units for the Diploma of Hospitality Management. That, plus a few (necessarily cheap) courses through DSC for disability and I should improve my employability no end. Of course, studying online, I need to keep my internet going, but that's the way it goes. Long term plans...

B got two awards at assembly this week, for upholding school values. We are all immensely proud.

I think the shock is wearing off, the reality of what this means is sinking in - that's why I have started the process of serious packing and planning. But I am NOT going to rush... I can't.

This is it for me - I am through bouncing around, I am tired of moving, not having a set base. I need to stop. To actually stop. That was the idea here, but obviously, it's not going to happen.

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