Three Years On

If you’d have asked me three years ago where I’d be today, I’m sure my answer then would have been vastly different to what I’m about to say now.

Three years ago today, August 2, 2014, was the day I became Footloose and Fancy Free.  The day I became de-shackled from the daily grind and free to do as I please, and no longer under any obligation to anyone who compensates me for my time, my talents and my technical skills.

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The Hardest Word

Adeiu – Adios – Arrivederci – Au revoir – Bon voyage – Cheerio – Ciao – Farewell – Hasta la vista – Hasta mañana – Nos vemos – Salut – See ya – So long!

The language used doesn’t really matter when the meaning of the word is the same and for me at the moment, “goodbye” is the hardest word I have to say.

We’ve done this once before.  Packed up our possessions and moved elsewhere when work and a much-needed change of life and lifestyle saw us move from Townsville, in Queensland’s north, to Brisbane, the state’s capital, situated in the middle of a region known colloquially as the Great South East.

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