you're moving because of the fires or...?
Oh no, nothing like that. My housemates have just decided to move on after being here three years and, seeing as I'm not even on the lease, I've little choice but to find a new home myself. They gave me plenty of notice and all that, it's just kind of my thing to leave stuff to the last minute, especially when I have open, non-time-sensitive options as I do in this case.
I'm thinking the most sensible option is to just go stay with my Dad (who is driving down to take me and my belongings wherever I decide to go) in rural New South Wales, at least for a while. He has suggested as much, even clarifying that I could just stay for a couple of months if I wanted.
Then I'll be sort-of in between the two other places I'd like to live (Brisbane and Melbourne), so whatever I decide at a later date I could go from there. I dunno... it certainly seems to be the most logical option on paper. Not sure what I would do for work (or lack thereof) in his little town, though, and to get most anywhere I'd either need a lift or to catch a bus, since I don't drive - and who knows how frequent or reliable the buses are up there.
Actually, that's something I should look into now.
Still, I am loathe to leave my social life and the widely-varied, healthy music scenes of Melbourne. Also a good friend very kindly offered to rent me an affordable room just on the other side of the city, which is a pretty amazing opportunity not to take up. And of course I could always move back in with mi madre, who is currently looking to move to a new place herself, but of course whenever I stay with her I lead a horribly sedentary lifestyle and we end up quarreling quite a bit. She has cats and a dog, though, all very cute, so that's a plus.
Anyway, I'm rambling here. Going to drink this Monster, maybe google those bus times, procrastinate for a bit (always) and then hopefully throw myself back into packing.