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| I have been working for a company called Salesforce for the past 11 months, and in a mere four weeks time my time with them will be over. I have been living in Glebe, an inner city suburb of Sydney for the past 8-9 months, and in a mere four weeks time I will be moving on. The past year has been a time of big changes. For the first time, I was living all by myself. Living alone, in a new city where I had no close friends nearby. I have matured a lot, and learned a lot of life skills. I have met a lot of fantastic people both at work and in my everyday life. I have a lot of fun memories, and sitting down and thinking about it...it's been lots of fun.
Chris Johnson (the American boy) has been in Australia for the past five months. That has been a trial and a blessing. There are times when I've been angry, times where I've been frustrated, and times where I've been sad. But I've worked through things, and I believe I am at a good point right now, accepting of the way things are. Supporting two people at the age of 20, on my salary living in the inner city hasn't been fun, but I've managed to put food on the table and save at the same time.
Three days after I quit my job, I am going to Tasmania for five weeks. Chris and I will be walking the Overland Track (a walk of 80.5km from Cradle Mountain to Lake St. Clair), as well as numerous other 1-3 day walks. I'm really looking forward to that, as I have grown to enjoy the outdoors and hiking/walking. It will be five weeks to unwind before the next port of call...
After Tasmania, I will have a week and a half back in Newcastle staying with family members before headin to New Zealand for a year to work and travel. Flying into Auckland, and seeing where life leads from there.
That's my story for now. This past year has been tough, but fantastic. The year to come will be a lot of fun. I feel that I am drifting apart from my old friends, which is not how I want my life to be. I rarely see the people I grew up with, or friends from school. I extend my apologies, and sincere regrets. Friends from various times throughout my life are always in my thoughts. I thank you all for the time and memories, and support I've been given over the years.
I will be back from Tasmania in mid March, leaving for Auckland at the end of March. If you want to see me, please let me know. And of course, I'm free for the next four weeks.
Just thought I should finally post something. | | |
| The journey home from work takes 15 minutes by foot for me, 12 minutes of that consisting of one long stretch of sidewalk on 'Glebe Point Road'. Those that are familiar with the Glebe area will know what the street is like - misfits, junkies, artists, musicians, richies, poories, students, backpackers, and dogs without leashes. Coffee and a sit down, coffee to go. Saturday mornings are an absolute nightmare anywhere within two hundred metres of the Glebe Markets, and who could imagine that so many cars would drive west along Bridge Road, or St John's Road during rush hour?
The magic of Glebe lies elsewhere besides in its vast array of local fauna. In the early evening, when the sun is just setting, and my walk is taking me closer to my home at Glebe Point...the stretch of road becomes less densely populated, and there is a stillness around the beautiful homes. Those I know complain about the rain. I enjoy the rain as it reflects off the rain drops, refreshing me in that final 200 metres of Glebe Point Road before I get home.
And besides, when it rains my hair curls up into little ringlets that are positively cutesy. I almost make myself gag.
In summation: I enjoy the rain, though I would prefer it to go the the farmers who are in dire need of some precipitation. | | |
| Hi Dad. How's it going?
An update on my life. Right now, I'm living in Thornleigh with Todd and Kara. They've been kind enough to let me stay with them for a while, even though they know how messy my room can get.
I'm working full time in Ultimo, for the winner of the title of best employer in AUS and NZ, for the past two years. I work with some really great people. It's been good so far.
Sadly, my Uncle Phil passed away this past weekend. Still waiting for forensics to report on how his death occured, possibly related to his deep sea dive on Saturday.
And that's my story, for now. | | |
| My Friday the 13th involved a mass sheep burial, in the dark stillness of the night. There was quotation from Nick Cave's song 'Lamentation', a digging of a pit, and burial of mutilated sheep. To add to the creepiness, there was something rustling in the blackness surrounding us. I guarantee you, this is a true story.
Nice enough Saturday. Went to Nelson Bay with Peta, Chris, and Cassandra. Ate fish and chips on the waterfront. Was also amused by a guy at one of the Raymond Terrace Woolworths. He had such a wonderful checkout manner. I think he likes guava just a little too much.
The good news is, I'm still alive, and hanging on by the tips of my fingers. God bless this household, it taught us children survival tactics. You can get us on the ground, but we won't stay there for the count.
And to leave on a positive note, I thought my typing speed was 60wpm. Turns out it's not. It's 79, with 98% accuracy. Just a smidge more than I estimated. | | |
| This has been a good year. This has been an excellent year. Thanks to all of those who were a part of it. Thanks to all of those that gave me wonderful memories. Thanks to all of those that taught me valuable life lessons. Thanks to all of those who slapped some sense into me. Thanks to all of those that were there for me. Thanks to all those that loved me.
Sorry for being a bitch. I've been working on my faults for the past couple of weeks. Hopefully I can learn from this year's mistakes, and keep growing.
And finally, in the wise words of Adam Duritz from Counting Crows,
"If I could make one suggestion for a New Years Resolution for all of you...
Try not to be such dicks to each other next year. Some of you are truly fucking unpleasant people." | | |
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