I'm still in Tasmania. One month today until settlement on my house and I fly out of here. You may not know this, unless we're friends on Facebook, where I complain incessantly, but things are not going well.
Tasmania: it's a lovely place to visit. In summer, for a few days. But five months, over winter, not so good. The weather is not just freezing but we keep getting road weather alerts. Since it's a drive on a single lane, coastal road to the nearest, biggish town, that makes it difficult. I mean it's not like Canadian or Scandinavian style bad weather but it's brutal enough to keep you fairly house bound.
The town were we live has some decent cafes but it's mostly old people or younger people without the motivation to leave. I guess some people stay here for their own reasons, some because they have nothing else. It doesn't make for a bustling community though. Everything moves at a snail's pace.
We've been trying to get the house cleared out and that has frustrations of its own. Considering the high levels of unemployment here, you'd think people who would be pleased to have someone pay them in cash money for doing some work but not so. We ring people to do jobs, they say they'll ring us back. They don't, so we keep ringing and they don't answer. Maybe doing a few hours work is too small a job for them, I don't know.
It was like that when Mum was alive too. She tried so many times to get a quote for someone to fix the guttering on the house. Nothing. Maybe, if you catch someone at the right time (like they need a few dollars to pay their pot dealer), they'll do the work. Otherwise, zero fucks given.
Getting rid of stuff is hard too. With the huge number of old people in town, I think the few secondhand furniture shops are filled to the brim. Everyone is selling estates, no one is buying. If they are, they want new stuff from one of those 'buy now, pay later' deals.
I guess, one way or another, the house will be emptied out within the month, if I have to strap stuff to my back and carry it to the dump! Luckily, we got one guy who was on the ball (I rang the real estate agent and asked who they used for odd jobs). My mum had the world's heaviest lounge suite. My sister and I couldn't move it. He came and took it to the dump. Hopefully, he'll come back and do more work.
On a positive note, there are good things about the place. Great cafes, like I said. And it's a beautiful place, when the weather's nice.
Also, I've lost 4kgs since I've been here! Giving up grains and sugar, most of the time anyway, has made me feel a whole lot healthier. When I was travelling, I kept getting a bad stomach so I'd stick to bland foods to fix it. Bland foods being things like white bread and white rice, which I think were the problem not the solution. So now, bring on the spicy street foods :)
Still, I don't think I'll ever come back here. Now my mum's gone, I don't really have any reason. In one month's time, the dogs and I will get on the plane (my sister is taking her car on the boat), and that will be it.