The irony

ok, so irony probably isn't the word because "irony" apparently has some really complicated meaning and we all use it incorrectly. I highlight this so that all the would-be English teachers and grammar nazis don't feel the urge to correct my use of the word. I know it's not right but I'm using it anyway.

So... the irony is this:

I didn't want to move to Adelaide. I kicked and screamed and protested loudly. But I had to come here to be with husband. (Husband who spent almost half the year overseas last year mind you, but that's another whinge...)

So I left my house and friends and my beautiful little Summer Hill community and came to Adelaide and I was unhappy for quite a long time despite my best efforts to make the most of it. But that's ok because I like it now. I'm not complaining about Adelaide.

But here's the irony... now husband has gone. Husband who convinced me of what a great place Adelaide would be to raise a family, and of how he had a long term career path with his employer (people have been there for 25 years, you know!) and how happy we would be if I just gave it a chance.

So here I am in Adelaide, where I never wanted to be, and husband has headed off to greener pastures while I finish what I started here. As Alanis Morrissette would say.....