(It is Wellington, but it's good to know that my cunning use of the Internets has confuzzled even you to that!)
Funnily enough, the sad little room is actually just slightly bigger than the flat's was. It's just that I've had piles of furniture put in here. Like a couch and a giant box and those empty bookshelves. I didn't ask for any of such.
I do love it. Unfortunately, my parents wouldn't help. In fact, they've outright told me that they don't see me becoming a police officer, and have said they're not going to help. They're the ones who dragged me here, so they'll not be helping with the aeroplane tickets, and while they did at one stage consider helping with a place to live (without telling me, I had to find out from my Aunt), they decided against it because then they'd have to help my sister. Which is a fair enough reason.
If I presented them with a plan and goals and so forth, they'd laugh in my face and ask where I'd be getting the money to fund such an idea. Which is a perfectly logical question. Just depressing as all hell.
Father actually says he wishes I'd taken the IT course in Canada instead. I wish he'd told me at the time. I might have taken it. I'd likely have been depressed as all hell by it and probably hated every minute, but I'd have taken it. Because it wouldn't have been worth the argument to not. Mother says she wishes I'd taken Law instead. Which would have meant me not going to Canada at all, and living in worse conditions in Wellington to take said course, and by now having approximately 180,000 in student debt remaining to pay off. And therefore not watching any due South or meeting any of you, which would have sucked.
The other issues are purely physical and driving-related: That while I'm fast enough in one style of swimming (New Zealand has a swimming component to joining as most of the population lives within a couple of k of the coastline), I'm not fast enough in another. My grip isn't strong enough (there's a grip test), and I don't have an R-level licence yet. And while I was training towards all of that in New Zealand, the licence became the biggest issue and suddenly I didn't have the money to go out for more lessons (because my flatmates, while initially saying they'd be willing to help, uh, didn't). Nor to pay for a pool (or even the bus fare to the beach).
Now I'm here, where they've got an EVEN LONGER wait on the R-plates (P-plates here), and even more different joining rules.
You're right. I've lost my grip on my dreams. It feels rather more like I've had my dreams wrested away from me and dumped in a trashcan.
(Strangely, going to college online at night is a requirement for the New Zealand police; there're a couple of University courses which have to be finished before your probationary 2 years are up).
Funnily enough, the sad little room is actually just slightly bigger than the flat's was. It's just that I've had piles of furniture put in here. Like a couch and a giant box and those empty bookshelves. I didn't ask for any of such.
I do love it.
Unfortunately, my parents wouldn't help. In fact, they've outright told me that they don't see me becoming a police officer, and have said they're not going to help. They're the ones who dragged me here, so they'll not be helping with the aeroplane tickets, and while they did at one stage consider helping with a place to live (without telling me, I had to find out from my Aunt), they decided against it because then they'd have to help my sister. Which is a fair enough reason.
If I presented them with a plan and goals and so forth, they'd laugh in my face and ask where I'd be getting the money to fund such an idea. Which is a perfectly logical question. Just depressing as all hell.
Father actually says he wishes I'd taken the IT course in Canada instead. I wish he'd told me at the time. I might have taken it. I'd likely have been depressed as all hell by it and probably hated every minute, but I'd have taken it. Because it wouldn't have been worth the argument to not.
Mother says she wishes I'd taken Law instead. Which would have meant me not going to Canada at all, and living in worse conditions in Wellington to take said course, and by now having approximately 180,000 in student debt remaining to pay off. And therefore not watching any due South or meeting any of you, which would have sucked.
The other issues are purely physical and driving-related: That while I'm fast enough in one style of swimming (New Zealand has a swimming component to joining as most of the population lives within a couple of k of the coastline), I'm not fast enough in another. My grip isn't strong enough (there's a grip test), and I don't have an R-level licence yet. And while I was training towards all of that in New Zealand, the licence became the biggest issue and suddenly I didn't have the money to go out for more lessons (because my flatmates, while initially saying they'd be willing to help, uh, didn't). Nor to pay for a pool (or even the bus fare to the beach).
Now I'm here, where they've got an EVEN LONGER wait on the R-plates (P-plates here), and even more different joining rules.
You're right. I've lost my grip on my dreams. It feels rather more like I've had my dreams wrested away from me and dumped in a trashcan.
(Strangely, going to college online at night is a requirement for the New Zealand police; there're a couple of University courses which have to be finished before your probationary 2 years are up).
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