My first impression of the town was, “wow! Small!” Then, “huh, flat”, then “aw, pretty” and finally “ah! Hot!” We did a little recon trip to the school where Boyfriend will be working. It’s quite big and has a lot of art rooms. Also the year 11 and 12 lunch areas are brightly painted and fun, still strewn with photos and cards from graduation.
We were up there to look for houses in which to live. As Boyfriend is moving there ON FRIDAY it seems kind of prudent that he might have somewhere to put his things and sleep in. It really won’t do to have the new teacher sleeping on the street and piling stuff up under bridges. Though he is a drama teacher… weird shit like that is to be expected sometimes I think. My first impression of real estate agents in the Dalb was the same you might have anywhere “WHY ARE YOU SO RUDE AND SNOOTY ALL I WANT TO DO IS GIVE YOU MONEY AND MAYBE YOU CAN LET ME LIVE IN A HOUSE?” It wasn’t all bad, but there were some corkers. By lunch time I was tired and grumpy, sunburnt and disheartened with the whole thing. And we hadn’t even inspected any places yet! The Coffee Club stinged us $60 for lunch, just like home! So nice to have a bit of familiarity in your luncheon… or was it elevensies?
We had one really nice real estate agent. And in the end, after a few inspections, we put down applications on two places through her. We are waiting to hear finalisation, but it’s looking like we’ve been successful with one of them. So huzzah! The Drama teacher Bridge Troll of Dalby will have to wait for another opportunity for his reign of terror.
My first impression of the drive home was “hurrrrrngh! Why?” and my first impression of my bed when we got home was “zzzzzzzzzzzz”.
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