In the middle of the city is where I sit. I love being in the middle of things. Sitting here as people rush by. The surge of importance and need to get somewhere. Sometimes I stop and think about how they all seem so busy and important and I want to catch just a bit of that feeling. The past couple of weeks have ushered in some new perspectives for me and thinking about how it is so weird and difficult to be on the other side of the world somedays. I always feel so tired. I am tired of having to take public transporation. I am tired of having to walk to and from work. I am tired of not having my bed or my food or a dryer to use. I have the worst luck when it comes to doing laundry. If I do laundry and then put it on the line to dry, Sydney will have four days of torrential downpour. It has yet to fail me that this happens. This week has been a complaining week for me. I have had migraines and it is getting cold and I don't like to shiver. Not that most people do, but I definitely do not. My complaining does not negate my gratitude for where I am though. I am just venting. With every sacrifice, a new journey is gained. So, I am ok. I am just worn out. My job wears me out but more mentally than physically. It is just so tough to keep up with the craziness of the place. Ideas change, focus is not a word that can be used to describe the place, and in the middle of it all, I am supposed to create some sense of order. Not very likely. With all that said though, my co-workers are great people and I am happy to work with them. They make for interesting days. As I write this blog, I am considering compiling my entries together and making this blog into a sort of "how to" book. A journey on how we all need to break free sometimes and give life a shot. Whatever we have wanted to do, now is our chance. Any thoughts? Any feedback? Email me or post a comment. Honest opinions are appreciated.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Getting on that train and going to Melbourne was the best decision I have made in a long time. For the long Easter weekend, I went down to Melbourne and had just the experience that I needed. I rode the train through rural New South Wales and Victoria and arrived to Melbourne ten hours later. Throughout the night while on the train, the countryside was illuminated by a full moon and I could look out of the window and see sheep grazing and kangaroos hopping along. It was surreal. When I arrived to Melbourne, I set up shop in a nice, little area called St. Kilda. It is nestled right on Port Phillip Bay and is full of small shops and awesome restaurants. I took it easy on Friday night because I was still feeling a little ill from the week prior and I knew that Saturday was going to be eventful. All day Saturday, I went on a tour of The Great Ocean Road. It is a stretch of highway along the Victoria coast line that has you cruising along the Southern Ocean and stopping at some of the most amazing sites along the way. I toured a temperate rainforest, saw koalas eating high in the trees, and visited some iconic, natural wonders. I was able to see Loch Ard Gorge, The London Bridge, and the most amazing Twelve Apostles. I have had a calendar for years that features the Twelve Apostles and I always knew that I had to see them in person and it was well worth the wait. No material possession can ever match the awe that I felt in those moments. The air was crisp, the ocean roaring below, and these giant limestone pillars were rising out of the ocean. It was one of those moments where you have to take stock of your life and recognize that in that moment, you are blessed. Once the tour ended, we trekked back into Melbourne and it was time for sleep. On Easter, the day could not have been more perfect. I woke up and explored Melbourne city. It is such a unique place. There is art lining the streets, trams roaming in the middle of busy roads, and a laid back feeling that Sydney doesn't have. It was a breath of fresh air to see somewhere new and break out of good ole' Sydney for a bit. Exploring Melbourne was easy because the city is on a grid and there are so many places to just stop and stare that you can waste away the hours just walking around. For most of Monday, I toured more parts of the city and then caught the overnight train back into Sydney. People thought I was crazy for taking the train but I enjoyed it and look forward to doing it again. I never set any expectations on this trip but the overall experience was far greater than I had imagined. Now, I am back in Sydney and getting back into the hum-drum of the work week but completely grateful for the experience that I was able to have.
(Some of the Twelve Apostles)
(It was just standing there, waiting for me!)
(Taken down by a wave)
(Surfing the Yarra River in Melbourne)
Sunday, April 5, 2009
I woke up extra early today and decided to go down to the beach and do the "coastal walk". It is a couple of miles long and runs down the major beaches here in Sydney. Each time that I go on this walk, it makes me feel so grateful to be here. It is awesome. This past Thursday, I hit my three month mark in Sydney and it is hard to believe. This "pipe dream" became a reality and sometimes when I wake up in the morning, I can't believe that I took the steps to get here. Before I arrived, people would say how this was "brave" or "crazy" and I just felt like it was something that I had to do. Last week, I was waiting for the train and I realized that this was, in fact, "brave" and "crazy" all mixed into one. I guess that I had to prove to myself that I could do it and I have done it and I am proud. I don't overtly praise myself often but I have told people for my whole life that I would do this and here I am. My time here has been interesting and I can tell that I am becoming more and more acclimated to my new environment because some of my niceness is fading away. Each morning, when I catch the train for work, I have to plan and plot how I am going to find a seat. Riding a train at 7:30 in the morning for 30 minutes standing up is no fun! So, the other morning, I jump on the train, find a seat, and claim it. About three stops later, this woman hobbles onto the train in a foot cast and no one gets up to let her sit down. So, I am sitting there thinking and the "angel" on my one shoulder says to me, "Ok, let this poor woman have a seat. She has a broken foot and can't stand for the whole trip!" Then, the devil on the other shoulder says, "Hell no! You worked hard to find a seat on the train. She is the fool for hurting herself!" Ultimately and luckily, the decision was made for me when within the thirty seconds it took me to have that thought, some other kind soul let her sit. Whoooo, that was a close call. You don't understand those trains. You would have pondered your niceness, as well. I am off to Melbourne on Thursday and I bet it is going to be way colder than I imagined. Sydney has gotten a little nippy and Melbourne is going to be worse since it is further South!
(Took a break from the walk and sat on the cliffs)
(Lifeguard flags that are on every beach here in Australia)