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Friday, May 28, 2010
It has been a very long time since I have written on this dear little blog. I got caught up in college life and completely neglected writing purely for the joy of it. I have been journaling a lot more lately, especially since I've been in Australia with so much time on my hands, but there's something about blogging that makes me feel more fun and creative. I've missed it.
So here we go, another attempt at recording my not-so-adventurous adventures.
As you may know, I'm currently back in Australia, spending the summer (well, winter, actually) with my family. I arrived on May 12th, completely skipping the 11th, and plan to return sometime in August. I don't actually have a return ticket yet, which is proving to be rather dangerous, as my dad has put a lot of effort into trying to convince me that I should just stay here. I've told him that I promised everyone back in the States that I would return at the end of the summer, so as hard as I'm sure it will be to leave, that is still my plan.
I'm finding that it's harder in some ways to be consistent in the things I want to do when I have so much "free time" on my hands. There's a lot going on in the church here, and between that and family life, I can keep pretty busy. But I have a whole list of summer goals that I'm hoping to accomplish, and I haven't been pursuing all of those goals with extraordinary diligence. I am looking for a job, even though it seems like no one really wants to hire an American with little work experience who is only here for three months. In my attempt to sign up with a few employment agencies who may be able to help me in my search, I called about 10 different places, asking for information about registering with them. The first four were very helpful, while the last several left me feeling a little hopeless again. One man said, "Sorry, I'm not in that business anymore." Then a woman told me, "I'm just going to be honest with you... I don't think we can help you." Next, a man informed me, "We don't do that here." I reminded him that they were listed in the employment services in the yellow pages, only to have him respond with, "Uh, okay. Bye." The next woman paused for a couple seconds and said, "We help people with disabilities find jobs." How she knew I wasn't disabled, I will never know. I'm not giving up yet, but I can't say I've been overly encouraged in my job search.
Other aspects of being here have been really wonderful. Having my family living in a different house and so many new people in the church makes it feel different than "home" used to, but I am thankful to be here. I'm still amazed by the fact that you can see the beach from my sister's bedroom windows, that people reckon my "accent's gotten thicker", and that it's pretty hard to re-adjust to driving on the "wrong" side of the road. It's kind of like a small dose of renewed culture-shock. I'm trying to fit here again, if even just for a short time.
I read this verse on the plane ride here and hope it will be a sort of theme for my time here:
"And let our people also learn to maintain good works, to meet urgent needs, that they may not be unfruitful."
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