So my journey of Agh,
In theory, I am moving up the coast with my mother.
In reality, I am moving to a hell hole.
Really, I had no say!
Ok, a bit about me. A 17 year old girl who has friends, job, study and a life! Down here in the Hunter.
Yes this sounds childish and pathetic, 'Ooo, your being shirty about moving to an oasis" I'm not meaning to be, but I haven't lived in the same place for over two years. If that's not enough, then try this, I just got a good job, I have been offered a place in the Waratah girls choir, and have a place in the choir at church, I have just done one year at TAFE, and have a place for the second year with the people I already know and like. So why?
Yes, ok. You are excited about getting into university, but, what about my little sister? If mum is studying then... who will look after her? Answer, me. ME! And for five years. FIVE BLOOMIN YEARS!!!
I don't want to move.
Sweet. Simple. Let me stay. Go alone.
Sorry, so that's my story, this blog is going to be my diary whilst the move happens.
The blasted, stupid, and idiotic move.
