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Where have I been for the past couple weeks? It sure hasn’t been on the blog.
I’m staying in a house in the suburbs. I don’t have the feel of living in a new city. I don’t have the CBD around me, tempting me with museums and restaurants and things to see. I have a comfortable, sunny, open house in a quiet neighborhood. Back patio. Nice weather. A breakfast bar where I eat my meals and sit on the computer. A workout area I don’t use and a bedroom all to myself.
I’m staying with a fantastically generous and friendly couple. They are old enough to be my parents. That is to say, I’ve met their daughters who are my age. I met Cathy and Steve on the Overland Track, and they invited me to stay with them once I got to Adelaide. I figured I would have a day or two here as a couchsurfer. But they have clarified that I am welcome to stay for as long as I want. I did specifically ask about another month and got a positive response. I don’t really know how to process that level of kindness, so I haven’t really thought about it.
I’m staying with friends. They are generally around in the mornings when I wake up. Cathy works from home so is around most days. And when I’m in at night (since I am not really going into the city much) they are here to have dinner with and talk to. We’ve discussed everything from science fiction television shows to traveling styles to bureaucracy of state government to families. It is really like having roommates again. They aren’t Vijay, but I don’t think I’m ever going to find a roommate on that level again. They are fantastic, and I am truly enjoying talking to them.
I’m searching for a job. This process is boring. It is tiring. And it just doesn’t motivate me to write anything. “Dear blog, today I spent a few hours walking into random restaurants and getting rejected because no one is hiring.” Not really what I want to focus on after doing it all day. And so I come home, I catch up on the internet, and I don’t really tourist around. I spent one day driving from café to café and checking out small towns in the area while researching things to do for my mom’s upcoming visit. But largely I haven’t seen Adelaide. And I know once I get into town and start seeing things I will like it and be happy I’m doing it. But motivating myself to actually get out there is hard.
I’ve got a job lined up to start on Monday. Allegedly. I still don’t have my flight details. And the woman in charge of the placement agency doesn’t seem to like me. Then there is the fact that she seems dubious of my references. I’m supposed to be on a plane in less than 48 hours, and all I’m doing is losing sleep over it. It isn’t even a job I particularly care about, but it is turning me inside out to think that a company might reject me. I’ve got some things to work out.
So here I am. Forcing myself to write. Trying to start the flow of ideas again. Trying to get back into travel mode. It isn’t easy. It is odd the things that change based on your surroundings. No backpackers around me and suddenly I’m back in long-term living mode. I will see where today takes me.