I'm travelling the world! I leave tomorrow! I'm terrified... but it's going to be grand! Also see: http://www.livejournal.com/~traintracks Address until June 15th: Eireann Young C/O IEP Locked Bag 21 Royal Exchange, NSW 1225 Australia March 30, 2002 12:40 PM Toowoomba, QLD It's taken awhile, but I think I'm starting to get into the travelling groove again. I hear there's fruitpicking work starting soon, a couple hours north of here, and I am daring to be optimistic. I love the idea of drifting around, earning money when I need it, and being anonymous. I know it's hard to be anonymous in the world, it's so regulated, so many eyes watching, but I'm up for the challenge. I don't know what I'm doing now. I don't know what's going to happen. But I'm okay with it here, not like I was in Sydney. I can hear the wind. I will learn. March 20, 2002 2:17 PM Toowoomba, QLD At last, I am safely nestled in a place with friends, where every wall is lined with books and there are things like four foot lizards and grapevines all around. It's terribly hot, typically Australian but strange for Toowoomba, which is higher up and supposed to be cooler. I feel like I'm stuck in my head. I go around reading and thinking, analyzing everything, trying to figure out why I'm here and what the hell I'm doing. It's hard to talk, the words come out slowly and I find myself stuttering a lot, something that never used to happen before, and thinking in strange sentance structures. I ask myself if I've lost my mind. Maybe I'm crazy. But no one else seems to notice I'm crazy, so I could just be imagining things. I want to be an Explorer. I want to do something completely unique, something different, but everything I'm doing has been done before. It loses it's appeal. I'm stuck between wanting what I don't know how to get, and feeling like I have very little courage just to survive and live in the first place. Everything is just... stop and start... stop and start. And all of it is meaningless. I try to tell myself that this is good for me, I'm building character, growing, but I feel like I'm shrinking instead. Today I just want to feel the forgiving coolness of the sea again. March 9, 2002 6:21 PM Sydney I think I'm going to leave. And I'm relieved. Excited, too... March 7, 2002 12:40 PM Sydney If I don't get a job after this, it won't be for lack of trying. Yesterday, I walked all the way through Glebe, Newtown, and Broadway Shopping Centre and left my resume at countless places. Before that, I had walked through Darling Harbor, Circular Quay, and parts of the city doing the same thing. And today, like many days before, I am emailing my resume to countless employment agencies and advertised positions. I will do this. And if I don't, I will get out of here before I waste any more money, time and energy. I miss you guys, though... March 5, 2002 9:22 PM Sydney Things are going downhill. I'm thinking of moving on, probably to fruitpicking jobs in Queensland, but most of me is still too stubborn to give up on surviving in Sydney. Not that it's hard to survive, because this city has every single resource I need in a fifteen minute walking radius, but job hunting is becoming more and more demoralizing. Rejections, everywhere I turn. I'm being told to just enjoy myself while I have the free time and I think that's a big fat joke. I spend most of my time March 1, 2002 3:08 PM Sydney Oh god, it's March already. I'm job searching all day, all the time, but I feel like I'm not doing enough. I'm not trying hard enough, but I don't know how to try any harder I do have another plan. If I cannot find a job in Sydney, I will pack up my bags and go to Queensland, where I will find work fruit picking, and then I will also be nearer to the Banks-Watson family and so will not be completely alone. But I really want to succeed here.... I chopped off all my hair this morning. It's about an inch at the longest, and looks... interesting... I don't think I look good no matter what I do, but it's not like it matters to anyone but me. At least, now, I can't be mistaken for twelve years old. The haircut makes me look older, more professional I guess... I like that. I am okay. Not great. But okay. February 25, 2002 6:47 PM Sydney My new place, located in the suburb of Chippendale, is filled with rats and cockroaches. Big huge fucking cockroaches. You don't want to go into the pantry and grab something in the dark. I am afraid. I have a permanant case of the jitters. I have my doubts on how long I can survive this far away from home. I am not like you. I'm not some big, tough person. I'm a little girl, and a big fake. February 19, 2002 11:20 AM Sydney I'm beginning to like Sydney. I have been walking around it for the last few days, and it is a beautiful city. It reminds me of New York, but it's not as big and spread out. Everything I need is within a fifteen-minute radius February 16, 2002 4:15 PM Sydney, NSW Australia I am in Australia and I am Sick. I couldn't figure out what kind of medicine I should take, so I'm just downing DayQuil and Pepto Bismol tablets and praying. This morning I got up and got a big breakfast and drank seven cups of tea in a row and wrote lists, and then went out a ways and got food from the supermarket and picked up some apartment advertisements and felt like a real, independent adult... for a while. Actually I feel more dazed than anything else. Sydney is huge! It's like another New York City. It has everything and everyone. I feel very small here. But those are the conditions of Having An Adventure. February 14, 2002 4:05 PM Nadi, Fiji I'm in Fiji! And it's raining, which feels really good as it has been very typically tropical weather, and I have been sweating like a banshee. This is the quickest tan I've ever gotten. I leave for Australia tomorrow morning. It's been an interesting time here, both good and bad.. I think I need more time to explore Fiji, maybe after Oz and New Zealand. Two weeks would be a better amount of time. I will try and post a more lengthy account of my stay later, when I don't have to pay as much for my Internet time. Happy Valentine's Day! I was given a tropical flower for my Valentine, because chocolate would melt in a second. NBTSWikiWiki | Recent Changes Edited 14 times, last edited on March 29, 2002 by 139.86.2.11. © 2000 NBTSC Webmasters |
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