The Brisbane Billboards on my Way to Work

About ten years ago I lived in a townhouse in Brisbane. It was a strange time in my life. I had just finished my Honours degree at the University of New England in Armidale, New South Wales, and I really had no idea what to do next with my life.

I had decided it was time to make something significant happen, as I had felt that my time at University had been somewhat of a waste. I had studied a Bachelor of Communications, and then completed an Honours year focusing on screenwriting as I guess what one would refer to as a ‘major.’ But as soon as I had finished the degree I began to realise how difficult it would be to actually make a career out of that field.

So, if I wasn’t going to have my dream career of writing films right off the bat (and it was very clear that I wasn’t going to), I was at least going to make a move and somewhat start again. Brisbane was my place of choice, and I was living in a townhouse with a couple of friends in the suburb of East Brisbane.

I secured a part time job at an independent bookstore chain in the suburbs of Milton and Fortitude Valley. It was certainly not the most exciting thing in the world, but at least I was free, independent and self sufficient.

The most difficult part of my new life was the commute to work. I have never been a fan of a commute that was more than about ten minutes. This was due to the fact I had grown up in a small town, and I had never had one longer than that.  

Getting to work was now taking me about 45 minutes there and back, and it got very old very quickly. I quite often found myself moving at a snail’s pace, bumper to bumper with a plethora of traffic. Sometimes the flow was so slow that the only way I could pass the time was by staring out my window at the Brisbane billboards, waiting for the traffic to get going again.