I'm settling in at my new job and while on the outside it's a perfect setting for a horror movie, it's not too bad. Mount Magnet is bush country; a dry, arid landscape in the middle of nowhere. The backpackers live in a motel like building with every two units sharing a bathroom. My room is nice and I don't have to share a bathroom since the other room is left vacant because my predecessor hung himself in my bathroom.
That's right, the backpacker I replaced hung himself in my shower. It's a little strange but death is apart of life. I guess I'm comfortable with death because my grandparents use to own a funeral home and one of my dad's many jobs was a mortician. I understand death but I still wonder how he got to the point of taking his own life. From what I learned he proposed to his girl only to be turned down. So he went backpacking. He was a loner at work and his room was scattered with drugs and razorblades. That's all the information I have and I'm sure his life was more complex but now he's just a footnote in my life's journey. Hopefully someone out there will honor his spirit with memories of the good times.