Just a quick one, as I sit at Victoria’s Station in London just before catching the train to East Croydon. A few days here, then up to Scotland for a couple of weeks of holiday, then Cornwall for a week. Then it’s back to moving home and adapting to Santos without the old Ningaloo Vision facility on which I’ve worked for 4 years.
There’s a few options within Santos for work, a couple involving either a lot of trips to work in Darwin or a short term relocation to Adelaide.
The house I’m leaving, almost as soon as I get back, is the home in which I’ve lived for the longest time in my life, 16 years in one home. Very mixed feelings, sadness at leaving a home I love, but excitement at a new place with more room, space to expand, and a view of our beautiful Indian Ocean.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul …
William Ernest Henry
A bit dramatic perhaps, for a change in house and job, but I loved the idea of being captain of my own soul, and leaning into this uncertain period of life.
My Longest Journey 