Sunday, 8 April 2012

A reflective blog if you will...

So just having a mundane day of uploading my pictures from Asia and it just occured to me...before I left on this trip, I was all set to do 2 months in asia, a year in sydney and then come back home. With the slight chance i'll catch NZ on the way back. Now it feels like I may never come home...

Okay let me rephrase that...so much has happened in the past 4 months, and yet somehow i feel like its just the beginning. Like the whole entirety of my trip planned actually isnt enough for me. I want more. I want to see more, i want to do more and i never want to come home with the feeling that I didnt do or see it all.

If i came home now, i know most my friends would assure me ive done more than anyone would of done in a lifetime, but somehow I wouldnt buy it. So thats why im gonna work my butt off at this job, to worki my way up, to stay the full year, to go see the sights of NZ and fiji...to work in NZ for a few months maybe, to fly over to the states and have a road trip with my american boy because you know what? That, for me is what lifes all about. Its not about the final picture, about what Ill eventually end up doing, where eventually ill end up settling down...its about the journey there. The ride inbetween. So fuck settling down for now...this may seem like an immature state of mind to be in for most people...but i like to see it as smugly enjoying the way of the world because Im as free as a bird. :)

So i start my job tomorrow, I am now an official employee of Make an Wish. In other words, i bug the crap out of people to sign up on the streets. Yep ive become the people i avoided like the plague originally. But you know what? Ive never been so excited to be apart of this. If i can do this job, and do it well, i could literally be changing peoples lives. So no matter how much abuse I get tomorrow, i just have to remember its all for a good cause.

Now all i need is a place to live! Wish me luck!

Sunday, 1 April 2012

Well incase you were wondering...

I'm still alive!

Arrived in Sydney over a week ago now and it feels like I've been here a lifetime. Maybe it's because I'm use to skipping towns every few days, infact thats more than likely to be it. Already I feel like I should be moving on, and yet I know I've only seen the tiniest amount of Sydders. the place is friggin huge.

So I'm currently job hunting and trying to keep a strong backbone about it. Money is dwindling away and I just want to get settled already. But my gosh the amount of ridiculous job offers I have had are insane. Mostly, and I won't sugarcoat this for you, blatent prostitution. I am at my wits end with texts offering cash in hand for discreet fun to "open minded girls" well mr. Im sorry but despite being from Essex I am NOT that kind of girl. I now know why my father gave me the speech of always maintaining my dignity no matter how rough things get. And even if i'm on my last penny and I have to come home at least I'll come home with my bits unused for money!

Its just the intial waiting for my ozzie life to start thats dragging me down. Its only been a week but as soon as i have a job, I can rent a room, and as soon as ive done that, I can start saving for my next big trip. Although if i dont get a good job saving money will be pretty hard but at least i'll be able to live here! Had a phone interview for a company in the city that i gathered went pretty well. Only downside is having a working visa people are pretty skeptical to give you a job if they know your gonna be buggering off soon. Still if i do get this job I intend to stay the full year as the moneys pretty sweet!

But in the meantime ill jus sit and twiddle my thumbs, searching countless job sites and room rentals...and then lose the will to live and go sit down by the beach to sunbathe...suppose there could be worser things to do right?

Finally spoke to my american boy for the first time since we said goodbye. Weve been emailing everyday but the time difference is pretty brutal for us to call each other. Spent a good two hours on the phone to him last night and it was like he was in the room laughing along with me. 5 months seems like a long time until I see him again but it isnt really. I waited a whole year and a half of my life to start this trip, so in the grand scheme of things, 5 months is nothing. Part of me just wants to run over to the states and see him already. But a big part of me knows that this is my time to see the world. I'll only get to do this once in my life and I want to remember and treasure every moment of it. Even moments like today I'll look back on fondly and remember how despite Sydney offering me all the shit jobs, Im determined to get my lucky break and make a life here. Lord knows I deserve this.