The worst part and the best part about being here are the people that I meet. The great part is meeting so many people from so many places and forging bonds and friendships. The down part is that nobody is a long termer because everyone moves on or goes to a different place. It is the nature of the beast in a situation like this. Having said that, I am now the one who is moving on. As of Saturday, I will officially be living in Bondi. Far away from the suburbs of my current Beecroft home. I have to admit that it feels a bit weird. I have become used to my abnormally long train ride to anywhere and especially to the family that lives here. They have made Aussie life a complete breeze when it comes to certain worries and I appreciate it. I will definitely keep in touch with them and hopefully visit for dinner often. Real often! With my new job and the back and forth of moving, I have been really spread thin lately. I feel chaotic inside and I don't like it. So, I will be happy to settle in to the new place and just breathe for a minute. Seems like everything and nothing hit me all at once. Story of my life, I guess. It is so funny how being here, away from anything that is normal, just strips you down. Nothing is familiar, nothing is assured, everything is up in the air at any moment. This is a huge test in perseverance and want. Sometimes, I will think about Atlanta and how every moment of my day was timed to the minute and I was miserable and then now, I wish I had a little more structure. I guess it is all about the balance. I'm not complaining though. I'm just saying how it feels.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
"...I'll look at the sun and I'll look in the mirror, I'm on the right track, yeah I'm on to a winner..."
Here is a story, Vegemite is NOT alright! I had my first dose of the poison this weekend and I can tell you that unless you enjoy sitting around and chewing on feet, you will not be ok with this stuff. At first bite, I thought, "Awww, this is ok" but before I even got to the "ok" bit my taste buds rejected that @*%. They said, "Hellllll NO!" I have been apologizing to them all day for my indiscretions. So, this weekend was a long one in Australia. Monday was a public holiday to represent the Queen's birthday which isn't even in June, so go figure. Either way, myself and ten others trekked up to the Blue Mountains, and by trekked I mean in heated cars with ample snacks. We rented an awesome cabin that overlooked the mountains that set the stage for a country, honky tonk adventure. First things first, for those of you who don't know, Australia is cold. Way colder than I could have ever imagined! I have a thin jacket and a layer of fat and that is what keeps me warm. On Saturday, I woke up to see the view from the cabin and it was amazing. I almost risked frost bite just to keep looking out at the endless green trees and mist rising from below but alas, my toes remain intact. After we had some breakfast, we all went for a hike and took a sky tram over the forest. It was great. The sky tram had a glass floor, so I could see the land way below me. It was like two phobias and panic attacks in one. Claustrophobically riding in an enclosed tram while trying to keep your fear of heights in check so that you don't lose your street cred in public. Hard work, I tell you. On Sunday, we explored to Jenolan caves, the oldest in the world apparently. The group managed to offend some parents of small children while we were on a tour but you know what, kids are going to have to find out one day that Santa isn't real, so we just beat them to the punch. And to be honest, I don't think that there is a better place to say that you lost your childhood innocence and wonder than in the world's oldest cave system. Monday had us waking up to pack up our gear and bid the cabin adieu. We drove down to Wentworth Falls and hiked down to see the waterfall. It was freezing cold with lots of wind, so naturally my asthma had to come in and ruin the party. I laid down on a bench and flopped around like a fish out of water for a minute but I recouped and here I am to write another nonsensical blog rant. With all of that said, it was a good weekend and I thoroughly recommend to anyone who visits Sydney to at least take a day trip to the Blue Mountains. It gives a different perspective to life and sometimes it is good to breath in the fresh air and just sit back and take in the sights.