Thoughts from 27th January 2018…
It’s been one year since I left the first place I believed I could call home, Two years since I left the place that should’ve been home to find it.
Australia started as an overwhelming (and sweltering) disappointment. My first time in a hostel, even if it was a private room. How do people poop in a shared bathroom with people around? How am I supposed to feel clean when the shower is coated in grub and other peoples hair? How many people have slept in these sheets?
And the city? The pollution mixed with the heavy air of a summers day, a mist rising off of cement pavements which could belong to any other city, in forty degree heat we take on central Sydney seeing nothing we haven’t before. I was prepared to have no culture shock, of course I expected a sunny England with familiar store names and what not but this was still a disappointment. Where were the laid back surfer types? The chic cafes and Koala’s? I hated Sydney and I missed home.
Throw it forward another twelve months and Sydney would be just a blimp on the map of my Aussie adventure. Actually, it was more than that, because after exploring more of the suburbs and living there for four months I grew to call the city home and could of happily stayed out my full year there. Which is why I took off searching for farm work, to complete my 88 days and earn a second year visa. Silly to think a place so anti your residency could feel so much like a home but I still feel excitement now, a year later, when I think of returning.
This is just a little scrap type post to commemorate a period in my life I still hold as the best year I’ve lived. If you’ve ever thought about up and moving to another country or you already travel and are considering Australia, this is the sign you’ve been waiting for, the shove you need to get on that plane.
Where is home for you guys? Lemme know in the comments.
Positive energy and blissful vibes, Nx