This is it. The half-time mark has come, and now almost passed, by a couple of hours. Today I have survived and put behind me half of the time I have here in Australia. It feels very weird; I do not really know what happened. One day I was moving into my on-campus accommodation with my red suitcase in tow, exhausted, confused, nervous and a little tiny bit scared. That first week I missed everyone from back home, even my old annoying landlady that I had once been so happy to get rid off. I was constantly struggling to keep my eyes open during the Australian day and I found everything so expensive and complicated. I did not know where to get a bus ticket; I could not figure out whether or not our fridge is supposed to make those squeky noises; I had no idea why the lady at the supermarket insisted on packing my groceries for me. (At Flinders One or the post office or at the bus, no it’s broken, she is being helpful.)
But I managed somehow. I managed to get a sim-card, to answer questions about the long peace, to go food shopping, to finish my first assignment, to appreciate this awesome opportunity that I have been given. Thanks to my supporting boyfriend back in Germany, an understanding mother, new aquaintances here in Adelaide and friends at home who comment on my blog posts, send me Facebook messages, birthday cards, SMSs and virtual love, time went by and I am now happy.
Suddenly time feels short. I have another 69 days to go before I need to pull my suitcase in the other direction and leave the Village, Bedford Park, Adelaide and Australia. I intend to make the best of the time that I have left. Mainly by handing in assignments and traveling.
- Melbourne skyline