Moving to Mars...well, Adelaide, and the Mars Bar

Well, am I about to experience an upheaval or what? (No I don’t mean the vomiting kind, although…)I have just accepted a job in Adelaide. This will be for about three months. Before you question my sanity bear in mind that this will be a career furthering experience, they are paying me some hourly rate that is probably higher than I deserve, and I get to spend time with my super little seventeen-month-old nephew. I have to be there to start by Monday the 9th of February which seems rather soon given that in the mean time I have to get all of my shit (that I’m not taking with me) out of my room here and up to Mum’s place, change my address with eight billion different organizations, speak to people at uni to sort out deferring (which will no doubt take days), and kiss farewell (temporarily) to one or two (!) people here. I have already told a few about my impending departure. Nickmac was upset but then very excited for me because I will be able to go to Adelaide’s Mars Bar. “You’ll be fresh meat”, he said.This does put on hold my plans to move in to the city here for a while but then at least when I do I might be able to afford a bond, which is something I don’t have even a remote chance of doing at the moment.Getting back to the Mars Bar thing I am wonder if, like usual status of the Commonwealth Bank ATM in Sydney University’s Wentworth building, I will have to become ‘Temporarily Unavailable’…for three months. Adelaide is a small place and one could probably do the rounds of the Mars Bar in the space of a few hours if so inclined. I just hope I don’t bump into the 24yo and his 42yo boyfriend I met there last time. They asked me to come home with them and it was supposed to be, as the elder one said, an offer I couldn’t refuse. I refused.