Sunday, September 18, 2011

"...I'm gonna run right to, to the edge with you..."

Australian Winters are nothing compared to most places but cold is cold and after the chilled air exits and the strong, Aussie sun enters, you feel inspired. It's like a general thaw over your somewhat frozen ways and it is time to start anew. This weekend was that inspiration. From start to finish, the weather was amazing.

In the past, whenever people would go on and on about how great the weather was, I wanted to punch them in the clavicle but now, I sort of get it. It's nice to feel the sun and see the world glowing with blue skies and a big, yellow sun.

I just punched myself in the clavicle for writing that.

Not that I haven't noticed or realized this before but my life here in Australia is really good. Granted, I am far away from the people that I love but coming here has afforded me so many opportunities and experiences that I am eternally grateful. Over the past, few days all of that has rushed through me as, for some reason, I see the world in a different light. I don't like all this positivity! Someone stop me!

Maybe, I am reflecting more because I have a big birthday coming up. Reflecting on where I have been, where I am and where I am going. All these ponderings have made me have three naps today and I am looking forward to the next.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

"...there's a fire starting in my heart, reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark..."

For my entire life, I have hated Sundays. I hate them from the start, I hate them in the middle, I hate them at the end. I don't know why. It's the opposite of a "day of rest" for me. They are stressful, anxious and fly by at an unnecessary pace.

So, basically a weekend is Saturday. You work on Friday and then you are free on Friday night but it whizzes by and then comes Saturday. You rest, you hang out, you cry in the shower - whatever you want and then Sunday comes. The whole day you think about what you have to do during the week and how far away Friday seems. Sunday is a joke. I am pissed off at Sunday right now and I need the world to know it!

Nothing is exciting on Sunday. That's why the Lord rested. He was bored. Nothing good comes on tv. Radio stations play repeats of past shows. Food taste worse (speculation only). It's just ridiculous and someone should stop it.

Am I alone? I know there have to be others who can't stand Sundays? Right? It's like the friend that does absolutely nothing to bother you and because of that they are that much more annoying and you want to punch them - that's what Sunday is to me.

"...we got a whole lot of money but we still pay rent, 'cause you can't buy a house in heaven..."

I've always been fascinated with big city living. There is something about seeing a building full of homes and knowing that each one has a story. Each, little window represents someone's life and that intrigues me. Now, finally, I am in one of those buildings with my own window facing out.

After living with a family in the suburbs, some crazies near the beach, a studio in a seemingly nice area but with a controlling landlord, I have landed in the heart of the city of Sydney!

My new building is nice but it represents a lot to me. I have worked really hard my whole life to try and do things that I never thought possible and being in a situation like this is pretty good. I am not rich, extra smart or even some sort of special, I am lucky and due to that, I am grateful.

So, as I type this from my bed, I look out and see a microcosm of the world just waiting for me to stare out and analyze.

P.S. - I got a fold out sofa bed- you can sleep here if you want! All invited!

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