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happy endings

2012 November 11
by Romy

The other night I was talking to Callum about this blog, about wanting to close it, about not really having anything to write about anymore. It occurred to me then that I’ve been updating this semi-regularly for well over three years now, which is shocking not just because I don’t tend to stick with things for that long, but also because it made me realize that I’ve been living in Australia for that same amount of time, and that’s somehow hard to believe.

While I love updating this blog (after all there is nothing I like more than telling everyone what my opinions are) and enjoy writing in general, it took me these three years to realize that the main reason I’ve been writing here is not to tell friends and family all over the world what I’ve been doing, and what Australian life is like. (I suddenly realize that none of my friends and family probably know just how similar my life in Melbourne is to my life in the Netherlands and the UK. I have only been to the beach twice in the three years that I’ve lived here, I have yet to hold a koala, and I’m still waiting for Drazic to sit down for a coffee at my favorite cafe.) Instead, it has been a way for me to cope with some enormous changes in my life and to express my fear, glee and curiosity about all the new places, situations and people I encountered. At the time that these changes were happening (my mom passing away, Callum and I moving halfway across the world) I was very casual about it all, though my 20/20 hindsight has made it clear that it has been extremely tough at times. Though I still talk about these things nonchalantly now, secretly I think I’m a bad-ass motherfucker for doing what I’ve done.

Writing for this blog has also helped bring some fulfillment to my life when my job just can’t provide that for me. I’m still stuck in an administrative job, but at least the way I spend my free time makes me feel satisfied and, god help me, smarter. Let’s not discuss how re-watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer for the umpteenth time is supposed to help with that, though.

All of this is really to say that I’ve settled in now, there’s not a whole lot left for me to cope with, and consequentially I’ve found myself without anything to write about here. I’m living in an awesome neighborhood here in Melbourne with Callum and my life is blissfully devoid of creepy crawlies, which is all a girl could wish for. Of course there will always be things and people in Australia that make my jaw drop (seriously people, put on some shoes when you’re going to the supermarket), but it feels like home now.

I will probably still update this once in a while, and I will definitely keep the abookaweek pace going (and update the page), but there won’t be any regular posts here for the foreseeable future. I guess I’ve finally found better things to do than bore you guys with my stories about life down under!

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