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.