BurbleChaz

After more applications, interviews, offers, negotiations and counter-offers than you could shake a platypus at, I have a job. Specifically, I have an absolute dream job. The sort of job most people never get offered.

It's like offering a seagull a job as a chip-taster, or asking a wombat to do quality control in a mattress factory. The only downside is that the beach will have to wait for weekends. No worries - it's autumn anyway.

Twelve weeks after rocking up here, homeless and jobless, we have a flat in the most desirable suburb in Sydney, and I have a fantastic job with an office in walking distance. The icing on the cake, the parmesan on the pasta, the garlic on the prawns, is that the (long delayed) sea freight should be delivered tomorrow.

Sometimes, it all comes together at once.