Isn't It Funny

How things change and take a new shape, either because you have willed them to change or simply because you've sort of sat back and picked Option A over B which has lead you down a different way....

I am in Melbourne, and have now been in Australia for about 9 months. I was never really 100% sold on this country until I came here, and now am trying to figure out a way to stay longer. Out of nowhere, I love this city and the thought of leaving it makes me sad. It's like this little (well 4 million people little) gem of a city, way down south in the Southern Hemisphere... so far away from everything and everyone I know, but somehow it feels safe, cozy, familiar, and right... I can't put my finger on it, or even really explain why, but it's the closest I've felt to "home" in a long time. I don't feel homesick here, or intimidated, shy, anxious. For the first time in a long time I feel semi-stable... like I have found a place where I might want to actually stay for awhile. Again, I don't really know why...but I think I would feel homesick for here if I left.

I am temping as a receptionist for a large accounting firm, and surprisingly, I really like it... it's easy, pretty mindless, yet the days go by fairly quickly, and it's social. It's not mentally taxing, so I have my brain free most of the day to scheme and daydream and think... I have probably come up with ten times as many design ideas/thoughts while working here than when my brain is being drained at design jobs because of the task at hand. I am also bartending at a cozy smallish bar called Prince Alfred... I love my bosses, love the people I work with... it's fun, the nights go pretty quickly, we have a few drinks before, during, and after work.. it's basically the perfect bar job. And now I am about to start freelancing for the design studio above the pub... S

SO much for the "travel blog" that i was meant to keep up while gone... I wrote loads while I was on the move, but just not on here... it was easy to write in a journal when I was laying on so many beaches and sitting on buses, but not as easy (or fun) to sit at a computer. Now, though, I am back at a computer with more time on my hands, and to be honest, it's nice to have some of that time back. To be able to sit still for a minute and want to be where I am. I've gotten back into somewhat of a routine, as far as work, the gym... work, work. but somehow, I am enjoying all of it. Maybe it's the novelty of being "foreign"- people are curious and nice bc i have accent...

okay. all for now.