Sometimes it’s forced at first, but in order to live and find happiness again, you have to live. You may not feel like it. You may want to wallow in your emotions. But you have to keep going. You have to pick yourself up and force yourself to be part of this world. Eventually, it won’t be a chore.
I walked to the bus station near where I was house sitting and hailed the bus down like the sign instructed me to. I stepped inside and asked the bus driver, “Can I buy a ticket from you?” He asked me where I was going and told him I needed to get to the CentralContinue reading “Day 322: You’re Going to Get Into a Stranger’s Car?”
I went wine tasting, watched the sunset on the ocean, learned about hailing busses and relaxed during many rain storms.
Australia has speed cameras all over the place. I was pulled over by an officer, issued a ticket and the fine was $438! I highly recommend you pay it.
On the side of the road, I noticed hitchhikers with large backpacks. I was driving too fast and passed them. Then my gut told me to go back and see if I could help them with a ride.
He explained that if he is debating someone and they resort to name-calling by using “ists” and “isms,” he stops debating them.
There are a lot of things to do in Melbourne, so I spent two days exploring St. Kilda, the famous Penguin Pier, Museums, and of course, a hidden bar.
I used to work with a guy named Daniel at an industrial supply company in Los Angeles. At one point, we were both supervisors in the office, in departments that were next to each other. I remember one day our system went down, and representatives couldn’t access any information about orders. Being one of theContinue reading “Days 308-309: Solo Travel, But Often Not Alone”
I was in Melbourne and planned to go to Adelaide for another house/cat sit in a week. Once I finished the sit, I wasn’t sure how I’d spend the next five months in Australia. Each morning, I took some time searching options but also wanted to make the most of my time in Melbourne whileContinue reading “Days 306-307: Bars and Libraries”
It was Easter morning in Australia, and I was still at the house in Ballarat, where I was house/cat sitting. Carolyn and Tom woke up early and headed off to Jess’s house. I didn’t want to intrude on family time, so I hung back. I got a lot of writing done and played with theContinue reading “Days 303-305: Who Names a Swimming Pool After a Prime Minister Who Drowned?”
After two weeks of house and cat-sitting in Ballarat, Australia, the homeowner returned from her holiday. Carolyn offered me to stay for a few more days, so I could figure out how to get my prescriptions from a doctor there, and then offered me the opportunity to spend Easter with her family. Carolyn and IContinue reading “Days 301-302: Hiking and Learning about Australia”
I hadn’t spent much time exploring Ballarat because I was resting and catching up on my blog. I was starting to get restless and wanted to get out of the house. I took an Uber to Sovereign Hill, which is a replica of the old gold-rush town that started in Ballarat. I had no ideaContinue reading “Days 294-300: Gentle Reminders in Life”
My house/cat-sit was about to begin in Australia. The homeowner, Carolyn, showed me how to compost food scraps in her worm farm. It was a lot easier than I thought. She also showed me the clotheslines in her backyard. I was surprised to learn that many Australians don’t have a clothes dryer. I asked CarolynContinue reading “Days 287-293: House and Cat-Sitting”
Ballarat, Australia, is four hours ahead of Vietnam, so the jet lag set in, making it hard to wake up in the morning. After sleeping in a bit, I made myself a bagel for breakfast. Carolyn, the homeowner of the house I was about to watch, looked surprised. She said, “Americans really do like bagels,Continue reading “Day 286: Attack the Argument, Not the Person”
Singapore airport was beautiful, clean, and efficient. I stopped at 7-11 before heading towards the gate for my flight to buy some snacks, a sandwich, and a bottle of water. Scoot Airlines doesn’t provide any complimentary drinks or snacks. At the register, the man behind the counter told me that I wouldn’t be able toContinue reading “Days 284-285: My First House and Cat Sit in Australia”