I genuinely apologize for not having updated this blog in so long. I have been very internally conflicted over what the purpose of this blog is. It has changed multiple times over the course of the year. The original intention was that the website would be set up as an investigative piece on global food. And then reality hit. During my first semester in Australia, I neither had the time nor money to afford a side business of investigating Australia’s food and farmers markets. I ate mainly fast food for my meals, if I ate at all, in order to experience as much as possible. My entire east coast trip was afforded at the cost of my diet. Some days I would wake up at 8, get to the call center by 9:30 and not get home until 10:00 that evening, with only having eaten lunch that day.
My time was fully booked. The deal was I had to pay for everything so I worked for everything while any hobbies fell by the wayside. Well almost any. I’ll admit my weekends for the first month and a half I was in a Sydney I spent mainly with my friends. I made an effort to see each close friend at least once a week (a part from the initial week in the program). Now let me put that in perspective for you. I neither worked nor lived with my four close friends. Trying to build meaningful relationships within five weeks is difficult. I remember rushing from one friends apartment to another, my feet sore and calloused from block after block- many times it would also be raining. They didn't eat well either, well apart from Sophie but she could cook. I struggled with boiling hot water. I don’t regret a single decision I made in Australia, I grew up so much. I went from living with my parents to living with girls in their late twenties and thirties, having a landlord, working full time, planning my own adventures, deciding what was worth paying for, advising people ten years older then me and honestly just keeping my head above water. I came home from Australia and basically slept for a week straight. In three months, there was not a single relaxed moment. There were no days off. There were no opportunities I said no to. There was no time to go scour for farmers markets and interesting food stories, when I only ate a decent meal once a week.
And so the blog became my emotional outlet. At times frustrated by the time difference, exhausted from work and thoroughly stressed out about being independent for the first time in my life I turned to this blog as my sole companion and stress reliever. I am a notoriously sporadically passionate person - meaning yes at times, unsurprisingly to many I can be melodramatic. And this came across in my writing. Some posts were thought through and spell checked. Others were written late at night after work through hungry, exhausted eyes, and that showed.
So now what is this purpose? Well, hopefully, like my situation has, it’ll change. I am currently on a Pacific Discovery program for two months in Southeast Asia. We visit Thailand, Vietnam, Cambodia and Laos, highlighting each countries different culture, language, history and cuisine. Hopefully this blog will be focused on my personal views on what we are experiencing. In Australia, I learned new aspects of my personality and of “real life” every day. In contrast, this semester, I am learning new things about the world every day.
My time was fully booked. The deal was I had to pay for everything so I worked for everything while any hobbies fell by the wayside. Well almost any. I’ll admit my weekends for the first month and a half I was in a Sydney I spent mainly with my friends. I made an effort to see each close friend at least once a week (a part from the initial week in the program). Now let me put that in perspective for you. I neither worked nor lived with my four close friends. Trying to build meaningful relationships within five weeks is difficult. I remember rushing from one friends apartment to another, my feet sore and calloused from block after block- many times it would also be raining. They didn't eat well either, well apart from Sophie but she could cook. I struggled with boiling hot water. I don’t regret a single decision I made in Australia, I grew up so much. I went from living with my parents to living with girls in their late twenties and thirties, having a landlord, working full time, planning my own adventures, deciding what was worth paying for, advising people ten years older then me and honestly just keeping my head above water. I came home from Australia and basically slept for a week straight. In three months, there was not a single relaxed moment. There were no days off. There were no opportunities I said no to. There was no time to go scour for farmers markets and interesting food stories, when I only ate a decent meal once a week.
And so the blog became my emotional outlet. At times frustrated by the time difference, exhausted from work and thoroughly stressed out about being independent for the first time in my life I turned to this blog as my sole companion and stress reliever. I am a notoriously sporadically passionate person - meaning yes at times, unsurprisingly to many I can be melodramatic. And this came across in my writing. Some posts were thought through and spell checked. Others were written late at night after work through hungry, exhausted eyes, and that showed.
So now what is this purpose? Well, hopefully, like my situation has, it’ll change. I am currently on a Pacific Discovery program for two months in Southeast Asia. We visit Thailand, Vietnam, Cambodia and Laos, highlighting each countries different culture, language, history and cuisine. Hopefully this blog will be focused on my personal views on what we are experiencing. In Australia, I learned new aspects of my personality and of “real life” every day. In contrast, this semester, I am learning new things about the world every day.
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