As many of you know Geoff (my husband) is in the first batch of to go through Teach for Australia – which consequently leads to him being a secondary school teacher and our upcoming move etc. He is currently doing the first teaching intensive which means he is living on campus at Melbourne Uni and has each day packed to throat.
You can follow his progress/journey on Son of a Teacher Man
This leaves me at home. I get to see him on weekends (half of Saturday if I’m lucky) and at very least tonight I went into the city and had dinner with him – most nights classes go until like 8pm. In my ideal little world this is not how things happen, I’d rather be in the same house as him, or be able to hang out with him a few more evenings than I can, but it is two three week blocks and pretty important. (Okay it sucks). Thank goodness it all sounds so incredible or I’d be thoroughly pissed off.
Will be glad when it’s over. Keeping myself busy with catching up with people, Christmas shopping, loads of freelance design work, job hunting and packing (when I actually get to packing). Moving in less than three weeks. It’s all a bit psycho in a really mosey kind of way – in that I probably haven’t thought about it enough to be bothered…