I'm really quite bad at decisions. It is the inner commitment-phobe. The one that doesn't like options getting shut off, doors being closed, opportunities being missed. I hate decisions. I like having choices.
I got offered a job opportunity at The Boy Factory last week. It wouldn't make me a permanent employee (yet), but it would make me a fairly permanent fixture at the Factory for at least the next 6 years (if I wanted it). I agonised over it all over the weekend. Questions raised of what I want to do with my future, where do I want to be...
The problems with living in West Bubblefuck don't really extent much beyond the fact that I really find it difficult to live with my parents. Sure the cinema is rubbish, the theatre is only starting to take off now and there are some pretty decent cafes. I have actually found some new friends (sounds so lame, right?) and am feeling like I am connecting to the community a bit with the Mighty U13s.
And there isn't really anywhere else I would rather be. I don't really want to live in Sydney. I can't get a job in Newcastle - because that is where every other bugger wants to work. The other coastal centres where I have mates seem to have withered on the friendship vine or they are ab out to leave themseleves.
So I decided to stay. I am the Year Coordinator for the Class of 2015. And the people high up in the Boy Factory have promised to find me almost permanent work for that time.
