She’s back! The self-interested rambler, here to tell you
more stories of her really rather run-of-the-mill life experiences. “Haven’t we
all got over the blogging?” I hear you cry. Not this girl.
As one of my standard responses to a complainant at work approximately
goes “the joy of the internet is that you can stop reading at any time.”
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| obligatory beach shot |
(I've also stuck in some unexplained pictures for some spice, you lucky things)
In a quick recap (editor’s note: having now finished this
blog entry, the term ‘quick recap’ should be taken with a pinch of salt) I was
sent out to the Sydney office on a 3-month secondment at the beginning of
January this year. Having only had my visa granted on December 19th,
I hadn’t really had time to realise that work were actually being serious.
With the belief that I was here by some fluke, gorging on
borrowed time, I embarked on a stint of revisiting all my fondest spots and
overcrowding all my favourite people in Sydney. If any of you have been unlucky
enough to endure my boastful exhibits of these 3 months on Facebook, you’ll
have a clear visual on what this involved. By the end of March, I successfully
tipped off the right gods and my secondment was extended by a further 3 months.
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| Mates & beaches = 'Straya It felt a bit like suspended reality as really, how seriously can you take life when it’s broken up into 3-month blocks? My determination not to have a life plan was finally having some benefits. Having no property, investments or boyfriend really frees one up… |
One stipulation of this extension of my secondment was that I
had to give up living in a hotel in the centre of the city. As scandalising as
that sounds, the ejection was rather timely as I was turning into a spoilt
monstrosity. Having fresh sheets every day does that to you.
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| See look it's my bedroom window view again! |
Saved from disgrace, a legendary couple that I had met on my
last jaunt to Sydney, James and Heather, offered me a spot in their stunning
house in Glebe. Glebe is really only one suburb to the west of the city centre
yet it feels like an ornate village. Its rows of colourful houses are skirted
by the southern edge of the harbour. James and Heather’s place is surrounded by
lush greenery and is a moment’s walk from bakeries, cafes and dusty bookshops
galore.
Since then I’ve entered into a life of domestic bliss and reclaimed my favourite pastime, 3rd wheeling. Peering over their shoulders as they plan their wedding, muscling in on their wholesome evening meals and striding alongside them on their evening dog-walk, living with James and Heather has really allowed me to hone these skills.
With winter setting in, and Jon Snow back on our screens to
tell us so, I would be pretty happy to continue this peaceful setup for a while
longer. Australian Immigration is calling though and my visa will expire at the
end of June. Whilst I would be
happy as Larry to return to the UK and crash in on everyone’s summers, there is
a rumour of another visa in the air. A second visa would grant me residency in
Oz for 4 years. Ah! I think would have to start taking life seriously in that
sort of scenario. It’s all very very much up in the air at the moment though so
for the time being I’m back to pretending I’ve only got a month and a half left
here. Honk honk, bring on the steam train!
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