I found this removalist ticket that was attached to a bed I'm erecting for dad. It came with me from Katherine in 2004. Its got me reflecting back on my life in that town. I can see now I never really fitted in there. For a start my DNA didn't like the heat, my eyes and skin are the wrong colour for that country. My interests as a child were music and science, I was the odd kid out who didn't drink or smoke. Working life was satisfactory and I learned to get enjoyment from completing things rather than being joyful in doing the actual job. The people I worked with were what made me want to go to work.
I see those few peoples faces right now, who told me when I was about 20 that I should move to a big city. I knew my future was looking dull but I couldn't leave my family. One guy actually pulled up in Dowling Street with a new bus on his way out of town and tried to persuade me to join him right there, on his way to a new life in Perth. I remember standing in that bus so very close to accepting. I didn't know him very well and we only spoke a few times. He was a real gentleman. I came to my fork in the road. Looking back now it was a Lancelot scene, try to picture a horse instead of the bus.....
Canberra has been so wonderful for me and I am very happy here. The happiest I have been in my whole life.
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