Hey team.
So the change in plans leaves it like so:
Stay in Melbourne for a 2 or 3 more days before heading up to Brisbane to see Jenn and then down to Sydney to see David, returning to Melbourne on the 15th ish to meet up with Leah and Brittney for a week before coming home.
The initial reaction to my coming home was mostly positive. Now that it's been given time to settle, the reactions are beginning to vary. Mostly, they are what I expected. Angie is happy that I'm coming home, Shannon thinks that I should think about it a little more, and Josh penned me an incredibly depressing email that essentially told me that my lifestyle at home was gone, and that I'm returning home to a dream that no longer exists. Seriously, I had a very good day yesterday, and I read it when I got home, and that was it. I was just gonna lie in bed and watch bad TV for the night.
He's right to an extent. Most of my really close friends from the past two years are either gone or leaving, and I really have to accept that. It's probably time I grew up a little bit, even though I don't really want to. My life is certainly going to change.
Depressing.
Anyway, yesterday I headed out to Phillip Island to see the infamous penguin parade. On the way, I got to hand feed all sorts of cool animals like wallabies and kangaroos and emus (well not hand-feed, they have pointy mouths) and alpacas and a horse named Tony. They were all so cool! The alpaca literally jumped up on its hid legs to be about nine feet tall and then stretched its neck to try and get more food. And it had creepy blue eyes that made it look albino with its white fur, but also kind of made you think that it had no soul. It was cool.
Then we went to where the penguins parade. By parade, I mean come home from fishing and make a panicked run across the beach to their little burrows. Any by panicked run I mean lean forward while waddling and falling down on a regular basis. They do it in groups for security, and they come out of the ocean four or five times before they make the run, and then one will panic and run back in and everyone else will follow suit. They don't run fast, that's for sure, but those little buggers (10"-1' tall) sure can climb. And by climb I mean jump up incredibly steep slopes with ease. They're on the ground, and you blink, and they're two feet up a cliff that would certainly be a black diamond if there was snow on it. It's unreal. But we had to wait on the beach for 2 hours just to get a good seat. It was worth it.
Otherwise, I've been chilling and reading and killing time watching movies etc. Most of my hostel friends have moved on, and I'm ready to as well. As soon as Jenn gets back to me, I'm going to hop on a train.
See you all soon! Miss you all.
-P
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Hey bud ... for what it's worth, everyone's life is changing - and it should be the farthest thing from depressing. If you were simply travelling - even solo - I'd encourage you to keep at it because there's an instant camaraderie that comes with being on the road (or even better, on the beach) Trying to set up a life - even a temporary life - on a solo basis far from friends and family is a much different thing. Most people need some kind of anchor close at hand - whether it's family or work or school - at present, you have none of those. So give yourself a break, take the best from this experience and come home to re-energize. Yes, the times are a-changing, but you will always have a place where you belong. Many more adventures are ahead, my boy. Just wish I could have watched that parade with you! lymy
and don't leave us hanging on that horse named Tony ...
You write very well.
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