| | So its been just over a year since I set off from the bosom of my mother's home in Sydney Australia, to face the big wide scary world alone. It was a dream which culminated within my mind during 2 impatient years. During that time I was newly minted with a Bachelors degree and working up the ranks in an Engineering concern. All through out, I have been blogging my thoughts, sometimes even during working hours (naughty!) about my frustrations, my hopes and dreams. What I remember when I cast my mind back is that I had more frustrations than anything else. I was in an industry and job that I had no vision for, and a lacklustre and passionless life with only one singular goal - which was to go overseas and do anything else but stick about in a 9-5 job in the same city that I spent my life in.
Ergo, brings me to this time. Fast forward 1 year. I'm sitting in my flat in Watford, about 20minutes train ride from the heart of London. 2am at night. Possibly the music I'm listening to now and also possibly sheer boredom has inspired e to take stock. I'm writing as it happens in my head, so the lack of structure and logic will be apparent in the writing style.
What makes this occasion significant is that I am about 1 month away from embarking on another trip, where I will once again face changes to my situation, much like a year ago when I stepped on the plane in Sydney, with the single mind of not returning for a time. Now, after having set my self up and formed a routine, a group of friends, and a nice flat, I am preparing the final stages of wrapping it up again, my clothes and worldly belongings earmarked for a box to be delivered back home to my mom's house, and in the process of looking for airline flights for the journey back home.
The journey back home symbolises a closing of a chapter for me. The journey coming full circle. I try and remember how I was a year ago and how I am now. What I can say is that I have changed in the past year more than I have in the 4 or so years after my graduation. So much has happened. I feel I have experienced more life in the past year than in the past decade or so of my life. And for that, I sit here, typing away, hopeful and happy. For once I feel a certain hope and optimism that has frankly not been part of my psyche in the past. And what a lovely thing that is.
Without wanting to run away with these 'blue sky' 'fist pumping' self congratulatory notion, I want to just explore this a little more. Sure, what I have done - go away, live in a foreign country - is not exactly ground breaking stuff. Its not like i went to somewhere in Africa and gone on some truly adventurous journey and slayed dragons along the way. Its pretty tame, but, I'm a pretty tame guy anyway.
So the real question in my mind at the moment is - what will I tell my little brothers. Considering that they are children, 9 and 13 years old - how will I justify why I went away and lived on the other side of the world? How can I convince them that what I did was worthwhile? How can I inspire them and make them think that what their older brother did was something really cool? All in the context of a little kid's understanding of the world - when you really break it down into simple things I think you really really get to the essence of a matter - and if you can get a little kid to understand it, it is something really worth saying.
So I have considered this, and will do so until my return, which is pencilled in for sometime in July. How will I convince a panel of 9 and 13 year old boys about the validity of what I have done. I will return to this subject later.
At the moment, its been almost 1 month since I was made redundant from my job in London. I blame the economy, the CEO, the engineering market, the Bankers, the politicians, Gordon Brown, W. Bush, Lehmans Brothers, Ronald Regan, Margaret Thatcher, the neighbour, etc etc.. In essence I place blame squarely on anyone else but me.
In seriousness, I took that as a blessing in disguise. As a matter of fact, to be honest I really wasn't bothered. Before that announcement, there was a more serious announcement from the UK govt that they changed the Visa rules, meaning essentially that the Visa that I was going to apply for was now not viable for me, and hence, I would have to return back home before the 5 years or so I had set aside to live in the UK. In retrospect, it has made me reassess my goals, and a key part of it was to go back home, get into a Master of Business course in a leading university in Sydney, and basically work to the hilt. So losing the job, frankly, wasn't as big a deal. i mean i dont take it lightly, but in the scheme of things, was not the end of the world scenario that it could have played out to be in my mind.
So the past month, i've been taking it real easy at home. Bordering on sedentary as a matter of fact. My days consist of waking up at 9am, concluding breakfast at 11am, in time to watch an episode of Smallville, and so on, you get the pattern. I've been blessed in that time to have the opportunity to go to Paris and stay with a friend and attend a kick ass Parisian party. I've also gone to venice and met a friend which I have been meaning to do for months. I've also played a shit load of xbox360. in between that, I have been plotting my next european getaway, and slowly arranging to have my worldly possessions hawked to the highest bidder. If anyone needs a 15" tv, lamps, and other household goods, let me know.
So the plan is - Norway to meet a friend from uni - then to Latvia to observe the women there who are fabled to be all catwalk models, then travelling by train across Europe back to London, with various stopovers in between, and then fly from London back to Sydney. All this to be executed beginning 15th June 2009, and concluding somewhere in July 2009.
In short, lots to do, lots done already. Happy.
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| | Posted 5/14/2009 1:38 AM - 20 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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