Hey there, it’s been a little while. I’ve still been running into a nice bit of Australian slang likesuchas:
- Tasty Cheese= Cheddar Cheese. Why Cheddar was bestowed the title of the tasty cheese out of all cheeses, I have no idea.
- Singlet= Tank top
- What’s On?= What’s going on?
- You Have Something On?= Are you busy?
- Servo= Gas Station
- Petrol= Gas
- Defo= Definitely
- Tradie= Basically anyone with a trade job i.e. plumber, carpenter, electrician and so on
- Chips= Fries. Which I already knew, but here pretty much everything similar to fries or in the realm of potato chips are also chips. It’s quite confusing at times.
- On Special= On Sale
- Bathers= Swimsuit
- Magpie Swoop= PAIN. I had heard about how Magpies hit you on the head at times, but I reasoned my American nature would help me to be immune… I was wrong. That devil bird hit me straight on the scalp and I didn’t know where I was for a few seconds.
I still do love it here, although I started randomly missing Wendy’s, I don’t even know why because it’s not my fave food place at all. The job search is still trudging along, I feel my eyes starting to cross because I’ve stared at so many applications. Personally, it’s like I’m just floating aimlessly and missing the mark in every way possible. Then, to keep things interesting, I got a bit of a head cold that’s making me feel even more spaced out. And the question that seems to continually ping back and forth in my mind like a game of tennis is, “What am I doing?”
Did I expect to find something here in this foreign land? Was I hoping a change of scenery would spark a new fire within me? Or did I just want to get away from it all, even for a little bit of time?
As much as the 9 to 5 lifestyle goes against every artistic bone in my body, in a strange way, it allows you to press pause on your inner turmoil. Not for very long of course, but it can be a welcome distraction every now and then. What I have awaiting my gaze every day now is an inbox full of kind rejections for jobs and shopping deals I will never use. As I read all that I’m typing, it looks like I’ve lost hope. But in reality I know I have just enough hope to apply for another position, read another verse, pray another prayer, and get out of the house for a little.
In my few months here, I have built a respectful relationship with the Daddy Long Leg spiders who frequent my bathroom. They are quite cordial roommates, remaining a great distance from things I regularly use. My bravery has grown and it’s pretty unbelievable considering my aversion to insects. Also, I am continually learning how to navigate my mind as I’ve mentioned in previous posts. It is simultaneously difficult and interesting, like a perilous yet beautiful labyrinth. Being alone with my mind has revealed so much in the realm of dreams, self-worth, and social patterns. I guess delving into my mind takes a sort of bravery as well. What better place to grow in bravery than in a country/continent full of crazy wildlife and weather?
In all seriousness, it takes courage to ask your own soul/heart why you think, do, and say certain things. You have given yourself the opportunity to either scare or liberate yourself, depending on what you find out.
“Courage doesn’t happen when you have all the answers. It happens when you are ready to face the questions you have been avoiding your whole life.”
-Shannon L. Adler
Moore Awaits ❤️