so like all good essays, my introduction is complete (my first blog) and now it's time to get into the body. I think it's only logical that i talk about my latest experience which was two months in the UK. We can start from Day 1 of the trip, but i think it's more important to start from day -42 to around -44. Lying in bed, on my laptop and i realise.. wow this is getting somewhat boring. Check my bank balance which has slowly been dwindling since i left the workforce in Oct last year and thinking how many months can i last with the $3000 left in my bank account. Then up comes the idea of just picking up to UK and visiting my brother from another mother (literally), so send through an email- bro says it's all good, next day buy a one way ticket and there we go. I suppose i didn't wait to think it because i know i would convince myself not to go.
Additionally i'm all for impulse buying, everything i get is impulse buys.. thinking back.. Bedroom furniture, cameras (P&S and SLR both), Plasma TV, Motorbike, Laptop, Car Audio, Fish Tank, Duffle Coats etc etc (there are more) .. but if i don't satisfy my impulses.. i'll be saddened- we can talk about money.. how it come and goes.. can it be measured against the brief or not so brief pleasure from new toys.. but everyones views are different but mine follows the idea that my money=my choice and whether or not you would spend $3500 on a British Bulldog means little to me, as long as i know what i'd do. And yes, if i didn't go UK i'd have a dog already... but poor snatch, aston, chester, t-bone, spencer, kingston ( still yet to decide on a name, i've made a list of about 100 possiblities so far) , will unfortunately have to wait until daddy can afford to get him again. (has to be a male... i am potentially sexist... but i believe honesty>sexism)
Where was i before i left? i finished uni last year.. i've been required to go primary school, highschool, vce, university and then bang.. i can do whatever i want.. which was a big shock to me- so much so i chose to do nothing and basically stayed home for 6 months. Although i'm sure the latter of the months was due to the ending of my last relationship. I technically could have applied for full time work as a paramedic over the last 2 years.. but i didn't, i wasn't ready to be tied down.. it's bad but i believe work to be the bane of my life, i hate being told what to do. So i suppose i was in the worst position i had been in for 2 years, not as bad as where i have been in the past but still an unpleasant time. so time for a change, i needed to break my mentality and did UK do the trick?
*insert two months of things i did/experienced in UK*
Now i'm back and where am i now? i was tired of being a bum in england, having no qualifications (other than a very specific paramedic degree) and being at the bottom of the food chain. After weeks of job searching, resume handing out, job interviews... i realised that it pretty much sucked. Did mention before that i had $3000.... $1200 going to flights etc etc... so i brought over with me 350 pounds. 35 pounds a week went to my brother for food (recession is hurting everyone, even the guys on $100,000+ AUD salaries, congrats to my brother for making something of himself) so doing the math.. that leaves... about 100 pounds ($200) left. I spent that 100 pounds ($200) very very very carefully over the course of 2 months (i didn't just live off my brother either, i paid for the majority of anything i did)... so i spend $200 in one week here so i don't get how that works?
But that's just it... i wasnt going uk for a 'holiday' i was going there to just not be here.. and i thoroughly enjoyed getting to bed early, going for scenic drives, visiting family, just living an english life.. as opposed to simply being a tourist.
So yes.. over there.. i did my own washing (none of my whites are white anymore.. but hey.. i tried), vacuumed everyday (must buy a dyson.. its a manly vacuum), dishwashing (must.. buy a dishwasher instead?) and took the rubbish out everyday (hmm... get a bigger bin? so i take it out every second day perhaps? ) and now i consider myself much more domesticated... well not really, but i have the 'potential' to be.
Well i'm getting bored now, so i'll finish up on coming back. Yes, i planned on staying longer. Yes, it seems like not much has changed since i left. Yes, my plans on staying for a year were scrapped.... but more importantly.. No i couldn't care less if you think it was pointless me going, announcing i was going for longer, think that i'm disrespecting the whole travelling to uk/europe thing. No, i didn't want to go to any other European countries. No, i didn't do as much touristy things that i could do. Whatever you want to do, go do it. Whatever you would have done in my place that i should have, don't tell me. Basically the next person that decides to give me any of the above and any of the same i've received... my patience has worn thin.
On a happier note, the whole trip was a definite positive and i'm now looking ahead to the future.. job wise, health wise, relationship wise.. and a number of other wises that i should be concerned about. So as a last piece of advice i'd like to share. Remember to smile,
I am.
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