Day 65. Rosebery

I have an apartment*
I am working 4 days a week.
I have three friends of my own.

I'm not in love with Australia, but I am trying.

*Dave and I are sharing a room in Rosebery with his/our friend Tom. His roommate conveniently just moved out on the day we were both talking about needing to find a place to live. Dave got a super neat creative space in Rosebery to do his knife making. So if you want to send me mail my address is: 67 rothschild, rosebery, NSW 2018

I am so proud of Dave for following his dreams. As proud as I am, I still selfishly end up thinking of where I am at in following my own dreams and ambitions. Am I doing enough to feed my soul? To find my happy?

Day 53. Something For Jess

That's the cafe I work at now. Three days a week, $15/hour in cash (super low for Australia), free bomb-ass-lunch and coffee.

I thought I could be barista, that dream flew out the window, they coffee hardcore here. But my boss is teaching me slowly, day by day. The staff I work with are all very cool... excuse me, hip. I'm living in the pit of hip here in Newtown. Where I can't tell the homeless from the hipsters and everyone has a turntable.

The mornings start off inspired and excited. The evenings go back in to looking at the next flights home and applying for big girl jobs in Chicago. My theory was right: 1st month = everything is new and exciting, 2nd month = pushing through being homesick and settling in, #rd month = deciding if I want to stay.

I guess I will take it pay day to pay day. Then I can always go to Thailand the next day.

That's my life right now.