So, I got offered this job in Cape York. Where is that? See the map. It’s at the pointy end of Australia. It’s the real outback. The Never Never. Remote? Only hell would be more remote. And I did think about taking the job. But, it occurred to me that I wanted more the adventure of going bush, into the unknown and throwing caution to the wind than a job I would leave in search of something more adventurous. I love a good adventure. The idea of hitting the road and getting lost appeals greatly to me. Those who know me well know that when I’m retired from work, I’m going to take the road like a grey nomad, in some sort of vehicle and just go and adventure some. I see the sign saying Cairns to Broome the Great Savannah Highway and I know I’ll take the trek one day.
But for now? I can wait. I'll be a grown up. I declined the job because karmically it’s not where I’m at right at this moment. But I will hit the road and I expect the road will hit back but I wouldn’t want it any other way.