I don’t even…
I moved into my current place the Thursday of the last week of June. That Friday night, I went out with my housemate Whitney and met up with her friends. At the first place we went to, some upstairs club/bar on Oxford St., I saw this guy and
His name was Josh, and, in the interest of making a long story short, we got “engaged,” exchanged numbers (in that order), shared some french fries and had a late night chat on the phone.
Then he went out of town 2 days later for what ended up being 3 weeks, I think. We kept talking and it was cute at moments and cool…and then he disappeared–at which point, the logical part of my brain was like “$#%& this noise!” but the part of me that pays attention to weird coincidences, aka the part of me that brought me to Australia in the first place said, “Well, just hold on a second…” because there were a few in this case. So I gave him the benefit of the doubt when he gave me his small laundry list of plausible reasons that we hadn’t spoken and said that he’d call me when he got back into town.
Another almost 2 weeks went by when I ran into him on a night out.
And one of my tables gave me this
Which they said I’d earned for being Miss Congeniality and which I wore for the entirety of the night.
Another table gave me a $24 personal tip.
So all in all, I’d say it was a good night. 🙂
Went a different bus route to work today and bus #2 was super late. So late in fact, two came at once so I got on the second one. I had a great chat with the driver during my 10 minute ride. I mentioned how I was headed to the office and where I worked. When I got off, he asked me when I would ride his bus again and I said that I didn’t know.
About an hour later, a message was delivered to me that someone wanted me (Janae with the American accent) to call them back because I had been very nice and given them great information. Since I called people yesterday for work, I racked my brain trying to remember who it was, but couldn’t. So I called back…and it was the bus driver.
We’re getting coffee on Monday.
is when the weirdest thing happens, there’s almost no one you can tell without first having to give years of backstory.
I want to talk about it without having to relive the shitty parts that make it relevant!
Necklace: housemate purge
Shirt: housemate purge
Skirt: Vinnie’s (op shop/thrift store)
Shoes: housemate purge
Hair ties-as-bracelet: mine
Chipped nail polish: mine
It takes a village to dress a womanchild.
You don’t realize how EVERYWHERE America is until you’re heading through the CBD in Sydney and look up to see the CBS Evening News playing at noon.
As soon as I got to Cronulla, I knew it wasn’t going to work out. There was no particular reason, though one could easily cite the distance:
I just knew.
So, when after being there for a couple days, the job and sublet that I thought I’d sorted seemed to unsort themselves, I knew my best bet was to get to the city–and fast.
Only, with 2 suitcases and a carry on, plus another bag of food, no car and no friends to call, how exactly was I going to do that? I’d thought while I was here that I would join a carshare, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity. Since I was doing things in a bit of a rush, I needed to go to the company’s headquarters in order to sort my membership. As soon, as I walked in, I noticed the casual vibe and said to the guy helping me, “You’re in jeans? I wear jeans. I could totally work here!”
He said that I should drop my résumé off when I brought the car back later, which I did, and thought to myself, “What if it were that easy and I got a job the day I moved to Sydney?”