Gone Country

Well, we did it.

We really did it.

About a year ago, my husband and I discovered that living on the coast of NSW and obtaining a permanent teaching job wasn't really an easy thing to do. On our job applications (he is also a teacher), we were required to tick a little box that said whether or not we would be willing to teach anywhere in the state.

Now, I'm not sure from where you've wandered in, so I don't really know how much you know about NSW, Australia. To put it bluntly, our state is roughly the size of the Republic of Mozambique. For what that's worth.

Anyway, we didn't do it. What insane, attatched person would?! We lived in a hip city, with plenty of young, hip friends, and access to the most hip of all the hip stuff.

One year later, our hip friends all started to move away, we had gotten over the buzz of living in a 'hip' city, and hip stuff was obviously 'out'. What to do?

Long story (somewhat) short, here we are. The border of nowhere. And you know what? It's not so bad after all.