I'm crossing you in style, someday.
I'm back.
I needed that two day trip to Rockhampton. It gave me time to breathe, re-assess and look at my options. Of course, I sent this application last May, never breathed a word to anyone until the final screening. And part of why I wanted to go is because of the plane ride, among other things.
When I told people I was going to Rockhampton, most especially the old ladies who invite me over for tea all the time, they gasped with shocked faces.
"That's near Cairns!" or
"That's so random!"
"It's the middle of nowhere!"
Or as one of my church aunts said, "I don't know whether to pray for you or not."
It's not that bad. Sure, there were extreme weather conditions, but it applied to the whole country (or, if I may be so cheeky, the rest of the world). It reminded me of Fisheries, in Candelaria. It even smelled like Zambales, and that's because the whole place is surrounded by a lake - Lake Fitzroy. True, there's nothing spectacular to see, but what do you expect from the self-proclaimed Beef Capital of Australia? There was a steak buffet for $10 and it was amazing, the mountain ranges around the town was breathtaking, but it's nothing I haven't seen before.
The interview turned out really well. In fact, I think I have a strong chance, if I may say so myself. The only thing that could go against me is that I'm not a local ("Sydneysiders may be snooty, there's a possibility they can't last") and that I don't have permanent residency. Then again, it helps that The Manager is american, and he said I was one of the stronger candidates. I don't desperately want it, but it would be good if I get a slot.
So there you go. I've had a long time to pontificate my plans. On the top of the list is to get a full time job so I can pay my debts (I refuse to go to details). Then who knows what happens after that - people always say I'm too random and spontaneous anyway.
To be honest at this point I just want to go home. Pika and I talked of living in an apartment at Makati should I decide to come back. I'd love that. Or I can just travel around revisiting people again. Who knows. But I'm just tired now.
The only thing that keeps me going is that I've lived two years of my life frustrated of not seeing what's on the other side. Now I can.
Thank you Rockhampton, irregardless of the result.
I needed that two day trip to Rockhampton. It gave me time to breathe, re-assess and look at my options. Of course, I sent this application last May, never breathed a word to anyone until the final screening. And part of why I wanted to go is because of the plane ride, among other things.
When I told people I was going to Rockhampton, most especially the old ladies who invite me over for tea all the time, they gasped with shocked faces.
"That's near Cairns!" or
"That's so random!"
"It's the middle of nowhere!"
Or as one of my church aunts said, "I don't know whether to pray for you or not."
It's not that bad. Sure, there were extreme weather conditions, but it applied to the whole country (or, if I may be so cheeky, the rest of the world). It reminded me of Fisheries, in Candelaria. It even smelled like Zambales, and that's because the whole place is surrounded by a lake - Lake Fitzroy. True, there's nothing spectacular to see, but what do you expect from the self-proclaimed Beef Capital of Australia? There was a steak buffet for $10 and it was amazing, the mountain ranges around the town was breathtaking, but it's nothing I haven't seen before.
The interview turned out really well. In fact, I think I have a strong chance, if I may say so myself. The only thing that could go against me is that I'm not a local ("Sydneysiders may be snooty, there's a possibility they can't last") and that I don't have permanent residency. Then again, it helps that The Manager is american, and he said I was one of the stronger candidates. I don't desperately want it, but it would be good if I get a slot.
So there you go. I've had a long time to pontificate my plans. On the top of the list is to get a full time job so I can pay my debts (I refuse to go to details). Then who knows what happens after that - people always say I'm too random and spontaneous anyway.
To be honest at this point I just want to go home. Pika and I talked of living in an apartment at Makati should I decide to come back. I'd love that. Or I can just travel around revisiting people again. Who knows. But I'm just tired now.
The only thing that keeps me going is that I've lived two years of my life frustrated of not seeing what's on the other side. Now I can.
Thank you Rockhampton, irregardless of the result.