When I grow up.

I had a conversation with my cousin today. A civil one. This is unusual enough to warrant a mention. It was a pretty weird conversation as we were both pretty mellow and none of the 'ugh, you're fucking up your life' stuff was as annoying as it usually is. We were talking about money and work and how to get better jobs and how much money is enough. We spoke of moving in pursuit of money and here I am rather bad - I could not live in anything other than a major city again and even then the only two in Australia that I consider worth the effort are Sydney and Melbourne. Maybe it is time to pack up and move on and maybe take my cousin with me [joke, we'd kill each other en route]. Maybe it's just a seven year itch that'll vanish soon enough. He told me to consider jobs there anyway. 'What have you got to lose?' Then again, he also predicted that I'd marry and breed and end up in some country shithole with undue haste. It is always possible that he was joking about one or the other or even both. I don't know.
The other thing, and this is weird because we've not discussed it before, is that he told me to write.