I am ready to talk about this
Flying a few thousand miles to a foreign country has taught me that 1) Everything you thought you knew, you actually don't. And, 2) When your parents text to Facetime you, you pick up the call.
It's been slightly over a month since I've stepped into my 4 year adventure (or misadventure) here down under, and it's been a swinging pendulum of fearlessness and energy sapping loneliness. I've had to un-teach myself certain things and learn everything all over again. Like wiping my slate clean, it's been refreshing giving myself a little remodeling and being who I am/want to be, free of any biases. It has finally hit me you guys. I am here, I am far, far away from home and I am on my own. Well, in every sense of the word, I know tons of people have gone far away from home and survived and why should I fare any less? My friend, when you're away from home after a long day of school with less than 20% energy left in your body, the last thing on your mind is taking the frozen meat out of the freezer to prepare dinner. You kinda just collapse into a heap on your bed and hope that your laundry does itself and homework starts churning out at 50 words a minute. Which reminds me, maybe I should start sleeping on my lecture notes, so that diffusion can occur.... y'know... from a higher concentration into a lower concentration......... (homg is this me? am I making a science joke now?!)
I'd love to think that the last 2 years of working and traveling and opening my eyes to the world out there made me sure of my choices - that coming here was the right decision and that I am going to excel in school and that I'm going to kick some serious butt and WIN IN LIFE, but hey, reality isn't always what it seems right? I'm not going to lie and say everything has been rainbows and butterflies, and some nights I lie in bed and hug myself to sleep because I miss sharing a room with another human being but I know that one day I'll look back and look at this experience and see how it fits into the grand scheme of things.
I'm trying to get back into the swing of blogging, and trying to remember why I thought typing my thoughts into the world wide web was a good idea, but till then, here's to trying to make this happen more frequently and counting every blessing, big or small.
It's been slightly over a month since I've stepped into my 4 year adventure (or misadventure) here down under, and it's been a swinging pendulum of fearlessness and energy sapping loneliness. I've had to un-teach myself certain things and learn everything all over again. Like wiping my slate clean, it's been refreshing giving myself a little remodeling and being who I am/want to be, free of any biases. It has finally hit me you guys. I am here, I am far, far away from home and I am on my own. Well, in every sense of the word, I know tons of people have gone far away from home and survived and why should I fare any less? My friend, when you're away from home after a long day of school with less than 20% energy left in your body, the last thing on your mind is taking the frozen meat out of the freezer to prepare dinner. You kinda just collapse into a heap on your bed and hope that your laundry does itself and homework starts churning out at 50 words a minute. Which reminds me, maybe I should start sleeping on my lecture notes, so that diffusion can occur.... y'know... from a higher concentration into a lower concentration......... (homg is this me? am I making a science joke now?!)
I'd love to think that the last 2 years of working and traveling and opening my eyes to the world out there made me sure of my choices - that coming here was the right decision and that I am going to excel in school and that I'm going to kick some serious butt and WIN IN LIFE, but hey, reality isn't always what it seems right? I'm not going to lie and say everything has been rainbows and butterflies, and some nights I lie in bed and hug myself to sleep because I miss sharing a room with another human being but I know that one day I'll look back and look at this experience and see how it fits into the grand scheme of things.
I'm trying to get back into the swing of blogging, and trying to remember why I thought typing my thoughts into the world wide web was a good idea, but till then, here's to trying to make this happen more frequently and counting every blessing, big or small.
xx
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