A place to call my own

I was watching the news the other night and there was an item on about house prices in New Zealand. The average house price these days is $350, 000. This depresses me. How am I ever going to buy my own place? I was talking to my dad about it and his response was 'Well, you might not always be a teacher' (he has always feared that my chosen profession doesn't pay enough). But I like teaching. Sure I could find a more highly paid job, but would I like it as much?

I don't think I will ever be able to afford to buy a house on my own. I was talking to my friend Brad the other day, and we were discussing where we think we'll be when we are 30 (six years away for us). When I was younger (I mean up to about 5 months ago) I always thought I would be married and living comfortably in a house with maybe a young child and definitely a dog. I don't know where this preconception came from. I'm guessing my parents. But since breaking up with Luke, I've realised I have no idea what direction my life is going to take. The last guy I dated was 35. Had that worked out I imagine it would be vastly different than marrying someone closer to my own age.

I want to travel in the next couple of years, so I guess there isn't even any point worrying about a house at the moment.

Who knows, I may meet and marry an Englishman of weath and never have to worry about it again.

And the days keep dragging...

I know I have no right to complain, but I'm going to anyway.

I'm BORED!

Those of you who know me personally will know that I get bored quite easily. As a child my mother would always respond "only boring people get bored" . Well now, that very well might be, but how does that help me?! Teachers get bloody good holidays, we all know that. But I'm at the point where I would like to go back to school, so that I can then complain about wishing to be back on holiday. The grass is always greener.

The main problems contributing to my boredom are:
- My flatmate is in Hobart watching the cricket, I've seen her all of 3 days this entire break (she is a teacher also)

- I have no money. Because I was on a one year contract I got a lump sum payment at the end of the school year. This helped at Christmas but also helped me go clothes shopping, have a steady supply of alcohol, fund my trip to New Plymouth for New Year's and keep me entertained with going out many nights a week. But of course now I'm broke and ruing the nights I had several expensive shots too many.

- Most of my friends are in fact working, or my teaching friends are away. Or poor like me.


So in my spare time I have painted, read several books, walked aimlessly around town, cleaned the flat, worked out what I'm teaching for art (it will be my first time in this subject area), caught up with some long lost friends, hosted drinks at the flat, been to galleries and exhibtions, read some more. Yet boredom remains upon me.

Sigh.