News

I believe I mentioned last week that I had some important news?
The following developed in real-time over Twitter, but for anyone who is not in on the Twit thing and hasn't heard, here's the story.

So...Tuesday last week I got a shock when I was informed (via a very apologetic letter attached to my front door) that I had 60 days to vacate my beautiful rental home. Complete shock - totally out of the blue. The landlady decided to sell the house and that was that. The day was spent in floods of tears wondering where the hell I was going to live and how the hell I was going to afford it.

Wednesday brought the offer of staying with a friend whose house I'm taking care of for 2 months from July while she's overseas. She told me I might as well move in with her and the hubby for the 6 weeks between when I have to move and they leave for France. Then I can look for a place after I'm done house-sitting. OK - that's a bit of a reprieve, I thought. I can save some money...

Later on Wednesday I get a call from the same friend saying that she's just had an awesome idea, and if I don't do it she'll be VERY ANGRY AT ME.
Uh...OK...
Instead of looking for a new place, she wanted me to use the money I would've saved (plus my refunded bond money) to go to the UK for a while and see if I can break into the industry over there. Or at least "seed the field" so to speak - make some contacts, shake a lot of hands.
I've always wanted to go over. It's always been the long-term career goal to get my London-set TV series made over there. I just never had the money to go. It was always "one day..."

I was shocked. The idea was so simple, yet so completely audacious I never would have thought of it. I have no balls, let alone ones of pure titanium. It would clean me out. I'd have no where to live when I came home - if I came home. I don't even have any finished original work to show anyone - it's all in pieces!
But...when am I going to have this kind of money again? I'm getting older. None of my dreams are any closer to being fulfilled. My life is Rut-ville: population Nixxy.

So bugger it! I'm going to completely bankrupt myself and GO TO LONDON!

Probably late-ish September. And maybe not just London. I'd love to check out Cardiff and heaps of other places. I suppose it will depend on my schedule of meetings over there and how much money I have.

The good thing is I already have a few travelling buddies/people to catch up with, so things are really falling into place. Eerily falling into place. Like "someone invisible's rolling out the red carpet for me" falling in to place. I hope it continues - I still don't have a lot of contacts or even a place/s to stay yet! But I have six months so I can't get too stressed yet.

I'm still incredibly frightened, but also really excited. I think the eviction may end up being one of the best things to ever happen to me. It gave me a kick up the pants. I never did any wild adventuring in my 20's, so it's time to do something gleefully idiotic :D *reaches for asthma spray*

Of course this means I'm going to be saving; so I'll pretty much be on a no-buy from now on. Sigh. But hey - it means I might be able to afford a sensible splurge on some UK polish ;)

And I still have many untrieds, including...drum roll, please...

Nubar Sparkles! Yum!

So in conclusion - there may be some changes in the offing.
A move in about 2 months and a change of scenery while I'm house-sitting. The house has 5 cats that go with it, so my swatches may include feline hair :) It's just extra texture!

Then in September things might slow down to a crawl with the blog depending on how I go internet-access wise.
I want to be back in Oz for Christmas, but after that...who knows?
Maybe the blog will be coming from the UK next year?
At this stage it is patently obvious that the universe wants to keep me on my toes; so I guess I'll just put on the metaphorical pointe shoes and dance :D