Do you believe in bad omens? Yeah, luckily me neither because for a girl who took a risk to throw in the towel and live a life down under, things are seemingly off to a rough start.
If it wasn’t just for a lady ripping off the emergency window seconds before take off, requiring us to turn around and have her escorted off, as she slurred the words “im sorry guys. I wanted off.” Causing us to leave 2 hours late, only to just barely make my connection but be stopped because of a visa complication (being the actual last human to board the plane) having the key to my accommodation not work, sent to wander the streets of Sydney at night to find an open hostel, a failed Western Union Transfer and lost luggage (day 3 – “we had it in our Sydney offices last night but it’s gone now *shruggy face*), then yeah. Maybe it’s been “heaps” of bad signs, but honestly for as terrible as this all seems, my time here has already been really great.
It’s true what you hear, Aussies are extremely nice people, Even though I’ve been a tad stressed, it’s the people that make a place and not the uncontrollable situations. It has only been about 3 full days in the country but I have already been taken out for amazing desserts with some locals, chatted with a 75 year old man for 2 hours, answering his questions about America (which solely consisted of Cheeseburgers and Guns,) was given a free schooner of delicious beer by a sympathetic bartender, and I’ve also already been asked on 2 dates (which is way more play than I would ever get back in the states. This is also impressive because I’m wearing dirty clothes and very unattractive at this current state.)
Australia is just familiar enough that it doesn’t feel really foreign, but just foreign enough that I don’t feel like I’m in America. It’s the little things that make it feel different, like ordering coffee and trying to figure out how to flush a toilet or turn on a light or when to cross the street. I also have felt very much awkward multiple times, for example accidentally opening the drivers door to get in a cab, looking the wrong way before crossing a street, when ordering a coffee and asked “Black or White?” for some reason I responded “yes.” or pronouncing the Circular Quay as “Kway.” I mostly just feel confusion for very basic life activities. In times like this, there’s an Aussie phrase “She’ll be right” and I cant help but think to myself, but will she be right? as I fumble my words in Cafes and trip along the sidewalk.
Please don’t let any of the above come across as whining, Despite the bit of chaos I’m really happy to be here. Sydney is one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been. The Opera House, as imagined, is absolutely jaw-dropping. It’s easy to navigate and please don’t tell my mom, but I feel like I could be here much longer than a year, like forever perhaps. The normal birds that chatter around the city are like actual tropical f*#king exotic but casual parrots. The ocean is the most magnificent clear dreamy blue body of water that I’ve ever seen, and you can just walk paths surrounding it. Literally every single Australian is very very attractive and when they speak you are lured into a trance. The food is fresh and fantastic, they appreciate gambling the same way I do, the beer is strong and generally it just feels good here. Anyway, I’m not sure what lies in the future, but I can only hope that it involves my personal belongings and some friends. Also a special note to all the inquiring minds, I have not seen any spiders yet and I’l see a Kangaroo tomorrow but he’s in the Taronga Zoo.