EDM's Reluctant Homecoming

Real life really sucks sometimes. You know, reality and all it's trappings.

Or more like the trappings we put around own necks in the pursuit of status and material goods. Mortgages/loans and the jobs we endure to pay for them. And then the things we do to keep those jobs in the name of financial and employment security. 'For our future happiness' we tell ourselves. 'For our kids'.

Well, I'm pretty down on real life right now because it means this little adventure on the Sunny Coast for EDM and family is coming to an end. As regular visitors to this blog would be aware, the wife and I have been agonising over a decision to either stay and relocate on a permanent basis or go back to Brisbane. Back to our old lives.

It's all come to a head in the last week or so and the clock was starting to count down. Decision time was upon us and I'm sad to report that we will have to leave our sea/tree change lives and return to the big(ish) smoke in Old Brisbane Town.

The lease runs out here on 13 March so we'll be back around then with me returning to my old job around a week later. The wife to find a new job herself while inquiries are being made regarding the son returning to his old daycare (not Daddy Daycare I'm afraid).

Oh, the pain. The pain. It's heartbreaking typing those sentences out. Especially after just going for an early morning surf at Noosa West before meeting the wife and son for a play on the beach. And that's before a walk around the National Park planned for this afternoon and probably a drink at the Surf Club or fish n chips at First Point. Paradise.

Why are we leaving then? Well, it comes down to my work and the need to pay off mortgages and the like. Not too mention the odd trip to IVF Land that we are currently experiencing on a regular basis. And very expensive trips they are.

Yes, my current job and all the experience and qualifications I have built up are quite Brisbane-centric I'm afraid. Capital city centric anyway. Finding employment in something similar up here on the Sunshine Coast appears to be quite impossible. And it looks like there is even less chance of me being able to find a job that would pay as well as my current one in the City.

So back to the big smoke it is. But with great reluctance. Being pulled kicking and screaming by the financial and job security gods. Oh, what fickle and controlling beasts they are.

All is not lost yet though. Our dream remains to move up here again and hopefully for a much longer term. However, I'm not going to make any promises around timeframes seeing how much life can change in a mere few months, let alone years. 

Especially around the irony where the one thing we want the most - the wife falling pregnant and having our second child - could be the thing that keeps us in Brisbane for years to come and inhibits our dream of returning to the coast and living a simpler life.

Who knows. Because life can certainly throw up some curveballs from time to time and make all sorts of intentions null and void. We know where we're going for the next six months anyway, and it's a homecoming to Brisbane and our friends and family. It is a reluctant return, but looking mighty forward to catching up with them all in both quantity and quality over the coming months.

Now, it's nearly time for that walk though. Better get them shoes on soon and grab the son. Just wondering what beer I'll have when we finish up at the Surf Club.

Life's pretty tough sometimes.

EDM.