The hardest part of moving to a new city for me so far is Friday afternoons.
Or maybe more precisely, it’s that I have no job and no friends to share those Friday afternoons with yet.
Sure, back in Perth it was such a hard slog to get through every week, but Friday afternoons presented that glorious few hours where you could have a glass of wine or a beer with your work mates and talk it all out. Forget the stresses. Look forward to a couple of days of your own agenda to refresh yourself and begin again.
In this city, I can hear all the noises of people doing just that, and I can see them making their way from office to bar and I want to be one of those people again.
In a last ditch attempt to be one of those people this afternoon, I signed up to one of those meet up groups. They were meeting down at Southbank for drinks and I could really have used that. I guess it was a little unrealistic to join the group two hours before the event.
So, like the recruiters I’ve been chasing for a job, they are yet to ‘approve’ me. And for this Friday, I’m watching from the balcony with my glass of wine.