No that’s not a reference to Mr Squiggle, although let’s face it, how cool was he? 🙂
Rather it is a correct description of the state of my world from last Friday until today, and into the foreseeable future.
But let’s start at the beginning shall we?
This time last year, for the most part, Boatman was unemployed. The last couple of jobs he has had have been contractual, working around the dredging operation for Darwin’s new gas plant. They’ve both been great jobs with lots of perks, but fairly spasmodic in nature as well. If the dredge stops so does work, and sometimes the advance notice is minimal.
So this time last year, he had just finished one job, was looking for another (one that would start in May), and I was putting my dismal looking resume out in the hope that someone would take pity on me.
Then Boatman got his job, and all was good. I still stayed at Liquor Land, working for the first time in a good many years, and we learnt the art of juggling shared parenting, whilst also saving from two incomes.
The only drama, was that this job of his was also contractual, and like all good things, had to come to an end. That end date, however, was somewhat of a mystery. At first it was October, then December, then November, then October, then January…. you get the idea. Suffice to say that for the last three months, he has been on the hunt for something more permanent.
The only problem is, there isn’t anything. Or there hasn’t been. He’s sent out resumes, filled in application forms and just about everything has been filled in house, or hasn’t been appropriate after all. With time running out, and a whole lot of uncertainty, he decided to start looking interstate.
Now amazingly, despite the fact that our country is surrounded by water, marine jobs are actually only really a thing in a handful of places, and there were a couple of them we were keen to avoid for a number of reasons, which don’t need to be discussed here. So basically we were left with just few options: Port Lincoln SA (where Boatman is from), Newcastle NSW, or Tasmania.
Port Lincoln wasn’t as keen for employees as the other two states, and so this Darwin girl, who has never moved ever, started dreaming of an interstate move to the east. In fact I had this wonderful post drafted in my mind for today, about all the pros and con’s of each particular place. The Newcastle job was with an international company which could open who knows what doors in the future (think Tahiti or Canada), but Tassie would be an adventure, plus so cheap. (Compared to Darwin anyway.)
Either way, I was imagining a relocation that put me in close proximity to beautiful beaches, brunches at the cellar door of local wineries a few hours away (no idea if NC is near the Hunter Valley IRL, but it is in my head), and the opportunity to buy boots because winter is an actual season. It was going to be amazing.
Then last Thursday Boatman had a call. From the NC people, except that it was from New Zealand and the job isn’t in NSW but the NT. (Told you they were international!) Boatman was excited, cause it sounded like exactly what he wanted, and I begrudgingly agreed, despondent I had gone from an adventure somewhere else, to staying in Darwin for what is most likely going to be forever!
Dramatic much? 😉
Then they sent an email.
Can I just say here that when your husband forwards an email from someone and the subject line is ‘Operation Bing Bong,’ it’s a little hard to take it all seriously?
Except very serious it was, because Bing Bong is an actual place, and it was for an actual, job, and come Friday morning, that actual job in that actual place was handed on an an
actual theoretical silver plater to my actual husband. Fly in fly out, three weeks on, three weeks off, with a possible relocation for the whole family, starting Tuesday. (The FIFO not the relocation.)
Which is today. Four days notice of how life was about to change dramatically, and then three weeks discussion as Boatman checks out the school and facilities in a tiny community in the middle of nowhere, to decide if the whole lot of us are moving to Bing Bong.
Or technically Boroloola which is the actual town.
There is no winter or need for beautiful boots in Boroloola. And gum boots really don’t count.
No brunches at the cellar door of local wineries, because it is a dry community.
And the beaches may be beautiful but they are also Croc infested.
Not exactly the adventure I was dreaming of.
And yet, an adventure nonetheless.
So I finished up work on Friday, we will put Boatman on the plane today, and for the next three weeks I’ll try not to write emo posts as we go through the longest separation we stupidly soppy, loved up couple have ever had.
So like Mr Squiggle, I find that instead of the picture being right side up, I’m walking around muttering ‘upside down, upside down,’ whilst trying to crane my not quite as stretchy neck to work out how the mess of a few squiggles is an actual masterpiece.
And just like Mr Squiggle, I’m seeing that this is possibly one of the best drawings yet.
But that is a story that is for another day. 🙂
What’s the longest time you’ve been away from your significant other?
Would you, could you, move to Bing Bong?