Squirk's Overseas Experience

The tales of one Kiwi returning to Mother Britain and exploring the Big Wide World... without being eaten by a shark.

Sunday, March 25, 2007


Without address. No fixed abode. As of midday today, I am officially homeless.

I'm going to find a hostel to check into for a week or so, and see what happens on the job front. I had a bunch of interest from various recruiters on Friday, so that's encouraging. Two roles in particular stand out, but neither one is in Berlin.

Pondering my next move, I realised that I'm actually homeless in a way that I never really appreciated before now. If I ever did need a break, I can't really go home and get back on my feet. I don't even know where I would call home at this stage. London? Auckland? Christchurch?

I'm starting to think that home is more of a state of mind than a place. Like always, it's not where you are, it's who you're with.

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  • At 6:11 am AEST, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Well Wobert, you are always welcome in Wellies :)

  • At 3:01 pm AEST, Blogger fairy princess said…

    Home is where the heart is (and that could be anywhere really)

  • At 1:38 pm AEST, Blogger Jungle Rhino said…

    Well Wobert there is always German Shiezer porn as a last ditch job oppurtunity :D

    But seriously I would be off to Scandinavia if I was you - don't they get like 6 week annual leave or something awesome like that?

  • At 2:33 pm AEST, Blogger Squirk said…

    @fairy princess:
    If home is where the heart is, and I'm homeless, does that mean I'm also heartless?

    @Jungle Rhino: You're not wrong -- I'm looking at the benefits package from a country up Scandinavia way and it's looking pretty attractive.


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