Waking Up in Oz

No, I didn’t get killed by a tranny in King’s Cross. I know I’ve been the world’s worst blogger but you’re gonna have to cut me some slack since I’ve been a gypsy for more than a month. To date, I’ve lived in THREE different hostels in addition to my friends’ house way out in the middle of nowhere. The good news is we’ve been offered to rent out two rooms in someone’s apartment, so if that works out we can move in on December 12 (or the 12th of December, as they say here).

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Lots has happen since I last wrote in here, and yet not much has happened at all. I pet a koala and a kangaroo at the Koala Park Sanctuary, I went to the horse races at the Randwick race track (I even wore one of those hideous bow/feather hairpieces called “fascinators” that girls wear here without thinking they look ridiculous), and the thrill of spotting mullets has died since there are just too many to count. I even had an interview today with a temp agency. I know in my last post I said I was fine with not working, but I take that back. I’m bored! Mandi and I have read one too many books, there is so much down time when you’re unemployed that you feel extremely restless. Which brings me to my next point…

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This has been the hardest thing I’ve ever done.  Between the difficulty of finding a place to live, being away from home on my favorite holiday, living out of a suitcase for a month, and not having any of the comforts of home, it has been pretty draining. Some days both Mandi and I are really down, some days it’s just one of us. Some days we’re ourselves and laughing, but I would never tell anyone this has been easy. And yet, we’ve survived and things are slowly coming together and in the end I think we’ll look back on this somewhat shitty month of constant trials and laugh at how everything that could possibly go wrong would go wrong for us.

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Tags: whinging/whining