Two in one.

Okay so I'm starting to get bored with this house thing.

Time to compact a few into one post.

A bad break up left me 'temporarily' living with my older sister.

She was absolutely wonderful and I could never thank her enough for letting me

and my damaged little heart cramp her style.

She told me I could stay in my 7 year old niece, Emily's room as she could share with her younger sister.

Emily liked pink and glitter.

LOADS of it.

To be honest I was just so grateful to have somewhere comfortable to stay.

But let me be clear.

 The walls were literally pink and glittery.

 I didn't even know glitter paint existed.

My stay was temporary. Week by week. Temporary.

My very patient sister, husband and their two kids put up with me for almost 12 months.

I grew very close to my sister during that time.

I love and respect her more than she will probably ever know.

While living with my sister I met someone.

Her name was Wendy.

She was a zoo keeper at Australia Zoo.

Things moved very quickly and all of a sudden I was in another relationship.

Laying in bed one night I mentioned that I wanted to leave.

I wanted to be far away from where I was... And she said ok. Let's do that.

Which leads to my next home.

Western Australia.

Our plane landed in Perth a week before xmas.

We were picked up from the airport by a zoo keeper workmate of Wendy's.

He had just bought a zoo in WA and we were coming to work for him.

It became apparent very quickly that this guy was a moron.

We had to live with him.

Him and his 'lady friend'.

I call her that because this guy was the son of a pastor and was certainly not allowed sex before marriage.

They would have all their churchy friends around and display our spare room as her room.

Saints they were.

We kept hidden.

Sinners we certaintanly were.

I have never said a single prayer because... you know... I have a brain.

This is probably why I was so panicky when we were invited to Christmas dinner with the previously mentioned pastor.

The whole family were hateful jerks.

To be honest, I wanted to leave a few weeks after arriving but it wasn't until I had to sit down for dinner with this horrible family and listen to them say grace that I realised how bad this situation was.

The whole time they lowered their heads in prayer, I creepily observed with one eye open watching them...

I silently whipered "what the fuck".

Spent christmas here.

As well as new years eve.

Also my 21st birthday.

I felt pretty damn lonely on all on these occasions.

Despite all the halfwits, I did meet a lot of amazing people.

I was also able to visit the gorgeous Margaret River and taste a lot of delicious wine.

The beaches are pristine... but beware of nudist beaches.

They're so damn pretty.

They trick you.

You  feel totally comfortable, completely fucking free.

That is until a shadow covers you.

He wants to know the time.

It's an old dude stooped over you with his man bit just dangling there while he stars at you.

Can't help but notice his watch.

Then FINALLY luck changed.

Homeward bound.

Eeeee friends.

Home.

We were so glad to move back to Brissy.

Next place is Mt Cotton...