Moving to the Gold Coast 2014
Beaches, warm weather, chilled lifestyle and good vibes.
It was all that I had imagined.
Like many other families from Tassie chasing some warmth I had come up to the Gold Coast multiple times throughout my childhood and teenage years and it was always the place for fun, but actually taking those steps to moving my life to the beautiful beaches of Burleigh was a different kind of vibe than I had remembered.
The move was a quick decision that was made without much thought. My boyfriend had been offered a job building camps out in the middle of whoop whoop Queensland and was moving to the Gold Coast. That was decided within one day and he was gone 3 days later.
To say I was a ball of emotions was probably an understatement. I was happy that he had gotten an opportunity but I was also worried that it might pull us apart. I didn’t know what would happen from here. All I knew is that I loved a guy that I could no longer see whenever I wanted.
Did I feel like I was abandoned? Yeah a little.
Was I confused? Hell yes.
Was I making plans? I didn’t know where to start.
The first couple of weeks were hard, I had my friends and family keeping my mind off things but then Ricky came home for his week off and that’s when I decided that I would be moving to the Gold Coast too. Within 5 days we had all of our belongings packed onto the back of his ute. Do you know how hard it is to pack and move to another state? I had no idea what I was doing. Do I need this iron? What about this foot warmer? Do they have pens in Queensland? Maybe I will bring this pen just incase. We said our goodbyes to family and friends and set off on our road trip from Tasmania to Burleigh Heads, Qld.
I have always loved an adventure and if you ask me to go on one with you, my answer will nearly always be yes, unless we are going to a snake or spider infested area.
NO THANK YOU.
I was ready for the sun and our little place near the beach. What I wasn’t ready for were the struggles. The loneliness and the boredom. Have you ever been so bored that you started to stare at a ceiling fan and suddenly the fan was turning into shapes and you realised you were nearly turning into a teletubby? I knew that it would be hard seeing as though Rick would be away for at least 3 weeks at a time in whoop whoop land and only come home to the coast for one then gone again but I wasn’t prepared.
Getting a job was my number one goal. I needed money, especially seeing as though I had just moved out of home and actually had to PAY FOR BILLS.
What is this sorcery?!
I was naïve in thinking that because there are so many more job opportunities on the coast it would be so easy to find one. Especially with all of my previous work experience but I was wrong.
I applied for so many jobs that in the end I didn’t even know what the job was about, all I knew is that this company would be receiving my resume.
Getting rejection after rejection from companies was deflating and I questioned everyday whether or not I should go home to Tasmania and that I had made a mistake. Maybe they thought I had two heads? Again, all I knew is that I loved a guy and if I could see him once every 3 weeks, this is what I was going to do.
It took 6 months until my first break, the hardest 6 months. I wasn’t doing uni or anything like that, so I didn’t have the opportunities to meet new people my age. I didn’t even know anyone on the coast that was my age that I could easily text to meet up with and have an actual human chat. I spent my days on this blue moon chair we bought sitting in the middle of our very unfurnished apartment. Luckily I did have an Auntie in which helped me a lot to get some money in my bank. I helped out at where she worked for a couple of weeks until I got an interview at a company I had no idea about.
I turned up for the interview feeling like I was entering a wrestling match and I was ready to knock down any other competitor in my way. Sure enough it was a group interview and guess what, we all got hired the same day which left my right eyebrow raised. It was a telemarketing company that cold called people trying to get them to come to ‘seminars’. The second day we were put on the phones with a script and a good luck.
Oh I hated it, I hated it from the first interview but I was going to do whatever was asked of me just to bring in some money.
I lasted a week…
One whole week of feeling horrible for every person I called and annoyed.
I got fired.
Three others who started with me had been fired the day before but I was praying that they would call me up and fire me too. It was horrible and let’s just say I could never do that kind of a job again.
The phone call I received from the person who hired me was less than pleasant. She told me that she was sorry and sure that I knew what this phone call was going to be about. I was ‘too nice’ for the job and she said I would be better off doing something else but then also pointed out that I was probably ‘too nice’ to have a back bone in other industries also.
So that was my first real experience of the Gold Coast. It sucked me in and spat me out because I was ‘too nice’.
Weeks went by and I think by then I had actually turned into a teletubby and was talking gibberish to my vacuum cleaner like it was my bestie but there were times when I knew I needed a wake up call so I kicked my ass back into job hunting mode.
Finally I got an interview with Woolworths and have been there ever since.
Over the years I still question if my decision to move was the best one for me. Tasmania will always have my heart and being away from family and friends is one of the hardest things I have had to do. You never know how much you appreciate people until you are put in a situation like moving. Some amazing things have happened though since I left the Apple Isle and the number one thing is that,
WE GOT ENGAGED!!!
Yes to that guy that I knew I loved back at the start, I am still totally in love with now. Rick is honestly the best thing to have happened to me and wherever we are and whatever we do. Home will always be whenever I am with him.
If you are in a similar situation to what I was once in I hope you know that there is a light at the end of the struggle tunnel. Be brave and let the new adventures excite you and embrace the challenges you will face. I grew so much as a person those first 6 months and am definitely a stronger person now for it! Always know that you are never stuck. You have so many options and it is up to you to choose which one you think is best. I’m not saying that I don’t still struggle now. There will always be days when I am down and feel like I am missing a part of me that is still sitting in little old Tassie but I’ll be back there eventually. That is one thing I know for sure.
I have a gypsy soul that wants to see the world and experience all kinds of adventures but home will always be calling my name and one day I will answer back.