Moving to Australia hasn’t been the most traumatic experience of my life. In fact I’ve lived in a few countries, and whilst that makes me anything but an expert, it did help prepare me for some of the changes that would take place. Post-move I’m finally feeling as if I am settled. However there were a couple of feelings…I’ve been feeling…that I did not foresee.
Two-Thirty PM. Yep. Its around 2:30pm every day that I realise how lonely it is living in Australia. All my friends are asleep, no way I can make a phone call or have a quick Skype date. And, sigh, I’m not terribly amazing at making friends. I work from home. I’m an introvert. I don’t belong to a gym or yoga studio. And I’m not terribly keen on joining a team sport. I was always more of a lone wolf growing up. I would spend hours drawing, exercising, designing, writing, creating, practicing an instrument, riding horses…..basically a lotta stuff that you do by yourself.
Once I got older, and for the past 6 years while living in DC, I found a way to combine my love of ‘solo activities’ with my friends. I would invite friends over 3-7 days a week. I would cook for them. While I cooked, and served cocktails they would sit back, relax, chat, drink, eat, and spend time with me. It was a perfect scenario for a very imperfect person like me.
Now here I am. Empty apartment. No one to cook for besides my husband. And while he is wonderful company, his rigorous school schedule keeps him on campus for most of Monday – Friday. So, it is just me. In the past I’ve had my LuLu -part German shepherd part Rottweiler- to keep me company. But I decided it would be less stressful for her to live with my parents until we return to the states. The apartments in Brisbane are not super dog friendly. Hopefully I can get her over here, but in the meantime she’s smiling away in Chicago, as happy as a clam.
I usually write posts when I’ve come to some sort of conclusion about the feelings I have. Or if I’ve come up with a solution to my problem(s). I’m not there quite yet. I will get there with time. Until then 2:30pm will serve as a moment of loneliness. A little sliver of time where I seem to disappear from this world. And with time, a moment that I will undoubtably fill with something more meaningful and fulfilling than loneliness can offer.
Much Luv, Laters