All change

As some of you may know (I have noticed that bad news travels fast!) I am coming home. Today actually. Given my last post I know that this is a leeeetle bit of a change in direction but I have my reasons. I ummed and aahed about blogging about this but then I thought 'sod it' this is my blog and I can write about whatever I want to. Anyway, you may recall me mentioning the CTG in a couple of recent posts. He is, in actuality, the son of the woman who owned the hostel I was living in. Being male and therefore a mass of conflicting and confusing emotions and shit, he didn't know what he wanted. Specifically concerning me. After a few weeks of arguing and then making up I pretty much realised that the rules in this world are very different for men and women. He was allowed to go out and ask out whoever he wanted, visit strip clubs, be a general single male with no ties but if he wanted me I had to come running. I, on the other hand, had to act as if we were in a relationship and was barely allowed to even talk to other men, let alone go out with them (or, as was the most recent crime, spend the night at someone's house, however innocent the evening may have been). So. Valentines Day. That wonderful day for lovers and couples and generally loved-up people everywhere. How did that fantastic day end for me? Well, unconscious on the pavement outside the pub in Murchison with a black eye and a headache that would last for days. CTG's mother made it perfectly clear the next day that although she would not ask me to leave the hostel or my job I was no longer welcome. After a couple of days of being unable to work for more than a couple of hours at a time without falling over I decided that I no longer felt safe or welcome (odd that!) or comfortable there. CTG wouldn't even look at me, I don't even know whether he registered the black eye. His family were split apart, they all saw what happened apart from his mother and, apart from his mother, were all on my side. My friends were all really supportive but I just couldn't stay there. I also knew that no matter how bad an idea it would have been, there was a chance that after a while, when the black eye had faded and people had forgotten all about it, that I would go back to him. I could see it happening and I would NOT let that happen. I've done some dumb things in my life but that would really take the biscuit so I'm simply removing myself from the equation. I can't go back to him if I'm not there now can I? Anyway, I went and hid out at Nagambie for a week in order to think things through and decided that I wanted to come home. For a little while at least. I want to see my family, my new nephew, my friends, my home. Then I'll come back here :)