Somehow, in some way, my adventure down under has already reached the one month mark.
The first 30 days have passed in a whirlwind (or as my friend Flora would say ‘world wind’) of home-hunting, job applications, interning and finding my way around Sydney via any of its infinite bus routes.
It’s been dappled with side-splitting laughs, terrible dancing after $10 margaritas and entire days spent in swimmers. Long drawn out croissant meetings and daily walks by the ocean, silent time to pray (or meditate, whichever word floats your spiritual boat) and a lot of time talking with the hearts I left at home.
I’ve seen old friends and made newer buddies, learnt the names of the people who make my morning decaf and chatted to people as we roll up our yoga mats post class. I’ve tried to cultivate a sense of community in this new place. Walking past a coffee shop and waving to someone through the glass is a feeling I sorely missed living in London.
Currently, I’m soaking in all the small town vibes, grateful for growingly familiar faces and easy routines.
Slipping back into intern life has been an adjustment, not least in the sense of exchanging skills and time for non-monetary rewards. But the buzz of writing for professional purposes once more has my spirit alight and my confidence growing.
So far, no homesickness to report. A certain level of envy at seeing the leaves change in London and brisk air replace the last sticky days of summer.
Here, the weather is pleasant almost every day. A string of perfect spring days characterised by infrequent but insistent storms and mild days turning warm by noon.
This final week of month one will be spent settling into a new job, (hopefully) a new area if my flat application is approved and trying to build the same pockets of community that have sailed me through this first chunk.