Our time in Australia is coming to a rapid close! God its gone quickly. My lack of posts recently has been due to moving from living in a garden with shockingly good wifi to another friends house in down the road in an actual bed (my body doesn't even know what do with this) where there is no internet as they have just moved house. Also, we have been frantically trying to gather ourselves for the next stage in the adventure, so we sold the van (to the French, ugh) booked flight tickets, packed our stuff up, got rid of a load of stuff, quit my excellent cycle delivery job, tried to sort out bank accounts, got a working holiday visa and all that shit.
I am the worst at organisation - don't let my CV fool you - so its been a bit of a stressful time. I still need to figure out how to blag my way into NZ without a plane ticket home booked yet but I'm banking on my winning personality and persuasion skills gained from the door to door sales job to get me through. What could possibly go wrong?
So what I'm currently doing right now in Coburg Library is applying for jobs in NZ for during the ski season. I had the sudden urge to be a ski lift operator and I will not rest until my newly discovered ambition has been realised. So its cover letter and resume polishing time, inbetween the blogging, flight check-in, bus booking and, of course, facebooking.
I have been doing a bit of reflecting on the last 9 months of my life. Its been a wild ride, and while a lot of it was exactly as I expected it would be (lots of driving, long roads, beautiful scenery, arsehole french backpackers), a lot of things have really surprised me and things happened that I never would have anticipated. First and foremostly, some the people we have met from this country have been absolute fucking legends, right from the start. The people we've stayed with and who've opened their homes to us (sometimes before they even met us) hold a super special place in my heart, and I would love to give every single one of them a hug and a kiss with tongues. Hopefully this will happen when some of them come see us in Europe... Elysia and Tamiya, JP and Kiara, Perri and her awesome mum, The Hillbilly Goats, The boys in the Rocktagon (Sam, Jordan, Benny and Dan), and theres a load more people that just opened their doors to us and gave us beer, and who were generally lovely.
We've also made a few mental backpacker friends (less of these, as we spent most of our travelling time in a van by ourselves like a couple of loners), most of which I would run upto in the street and kiss on the face (Richard, Austin and the Lakeland Massive, Kristin and the Fraiser Island Massive (not including sweden), Danny and Chrissy, the door knockers Grace/Lenny/Joe/Beth/Travis/Tarzan), and some I would also slap on the face for good measure (Courtney ;) ).
And of course, the Australians - there are too many new friends to list here, but this country is full of some real quality people, and I had no idea I'd meet so many genuinely kind, genuinely awesome people while I was here. I hope they stay friends with me on facebook, because I will stalk them till the end of days.
Of course, having said that, there are some real arseholes here too. But to be fair, you get them in Europe too. (Bonjour!)
I think one of the best things that has come out of this whole experience is me gaining a bit of confidence in myself. Its taken a bit of time (my learning curve is less steep than most) but I have more faith in myself to achieve what I want to do with my life, and even if I don't quite have the target in sight yet, I know I'll get there in the end.
So onward and upward... New Zealand here we come.
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