I have a few friends but don't feel bad for me.

It’s a process. My last two months in this semi-new place have been a process. During my time here I have been asked quite a number of times in many different ways, “How is Australia treating you?” Well, to put it simply, it’s a process. I remember on the plane ride over here I had so many thoughts, expectations, and plans for my “new” life that I forgot to leave room for reality. So 60 some-odd days later I am now being hit with the stark realization that I don’t have as many  friends as I thought I would; I’m not living in the city nor do I even have a place of my own; my photography business is not thriving the way it was before; and school is a bit much to handle even along side my part-time job. As cool as it would be to say that I moved back to Sydney and landed a nice job that allows me to live a rich life in the city, I cannot. However,  I don’t want anyone to feel bad for me. There is nothing to feel bad for. Yes, I don’t have many friends but the few that I do are worth more than their weight in gold . My photography business is not doing so well but maybe this is the time God set aside for me to focus less on money and more on morals. School and work may be overwhelming but when is ever not? I need to suck it up and remember that this is what I wanted. This is what I prayed countless days for. You see, to anyone - myself included - who tries to rush a process you will find yourself nowhere but at the end of your line with nothing to show for it. You will have sped so far ahead that you forgot to pick up the precious gems along the way. Things take time.

A little more than 24 hours ‘til I fly out and I’m starting to miss you like I would family.

I recently watched the movie, My Name is Khan. There was a quote in it that I can now empathize with:

"Mandira, l felt a stab of pain in my chest…

…when l left you.

l thought it was chest congestion.

But no amount of ginger juice could make the pain go away.

lt’s still there.”

Here are the keys to my first apartment. I just moved out. Life is becoming all too real for me. However, it is with that that I say I accept the challenge. What’s the challenge you ask? Everything. I accept the challenge that leftover school funds will no longer be paying for my humble abode anymore so I now have to go out and search for a job. I accept the challenge that my next job should not be a cashier or waitress just so I can pay the bills. I accept the challenge that looking for my dream position will cause me to stress a bit but that it’s no reason to panic. Lastly, I accept the challenge that this is my life and no one else can live it out for me.

Here are the keys to my first apartment. I just moved out. Life is becoming all too real for me. However, it is with that that I say I accept the challenge. What’s the challenge you ask? Everything. I accept the challenge that leftover school funds will no longer be paying for my humble abode anymore so I now have to go out and search for a job. I accept the challenge that my next job should not be a cashier or waitress just so I can pay the bills. I accept the challenge that looking for my dream position will cause me to stress a bit but that it’s no reason to panic. Lastly, I accept the challenge that this is my life and no one else can live it out for me.

Here are the keys to my first apartment. I just moved out. Life is becoming all too real for me. However, it is with that that I say I accept the challenge. What’s the challenge you ask? Everything. I accept the challenge that leftover school funds will no longer be paying for my humble abode anymore so I now have to go out and search for a job. I accept the challenge that my next job should not be a cashier or waitress just so I can pay the bills. I accept the challenge that looking for my dream position will cause me to stress a bit but that it’s no reason to panic. Lastly, I accept the challenge that this is my life and no one else can live it out for me.

Here are the keys to my first apartment. I just moved out. Life is becoming all too real for me. However, it is with that that I say I accept the challenge. What’s the challenge you ask? Everything. I accept the challenge that leftover school funds will no longer be paying for my humble abode anymore so I now have to go out and search for a job. I accept the challenge that my next job should not be a cashier or waitress just so I can pay the bills. I accept the challenge that looking for my dream position will cause me to stress a bit but that it’s no reason to panic. Lastly, I accept the challenge that this is my life and no one else can live it out for me.