5. Living Alone In A Caravan In The Aussie Bush
The sun was setting as I strolled to my car which I was expecting to lose as well. There it was parked at the meter like every other car – except for one noticeable difference. Mine was the family sedan loaded to the roof with all my worldly belongings. But for pots and pans hanging out the windows it could well have been a gypsy caravan. As I drove out of the city, with barely enough room for me to squeeze into the driver’s seat, that’s exactly how I felt. Like a gypsy. As the suburban houses in rows gave way to thoroughbreds grazing on flat almost treeless plains, I was leaving behind everything familiar. Ahead of me lay the unknown. In my mind there was no tomorrow. As I choked back the lump in my throat it began to sink in that I was now literally, and shockingly, homeless and unemployed. Soon the flat grazing land turned to gentle rolling hills with eucalypt forest broken occasionally by cleared land and small farms. The sky was brilliant red as if beckoning