A year ago I was in my Roxby bubble, surrounded by the best people, almost finished my teaching degree, seeing my husband every night (or morning depending on the shift), totally familiar and comfortable in who I was and my surroundings.
The friends you make in Roxby become your family, mainly because family is at least a seven hour drive away. Your Roxby friends are the ones you see everyday, the one’s you create lifelong bonds with, the one’s whose children your children are friends with, the one’s you drink wine and coffee with, the one’s you call when you need a break (or a breakdown), the one’s who you depend on when you break a wrist falling out of the shower (don’t ask!!).
Now, a year later, I am in a totally different space. Living in my own home, in a small town in the Hills where I don’t know a single person, still in my last year of uni, adjusting to FIFO life and a possible chronic illness.
Long story short, the last year has been one of change and upheaval.
Day to day I am dealing with loneliness, pain, fatigue, being grumpy with my kids (aka the best people ever) and running a home without the support of my husband for one week out of two.
I looked around the other day and thought to myself, “I need to get a life”. Literally. I need to take back control of my life and stop letting the overwhelming feelings of fatigue, pain, anxiety and sadness become greater than me.
So here I start my journey, aiming to try new things, get out of my shell (and my head), adjust to life and my new “normal” and learn how to be happy as a thirtyish FIFO wife and mother living with illness.