in one word, living in a new city could be summed up as many things. some would say "exciting", "exhilarating" or even just downright "awesome". i, however, choose to stick with "interesting".
there's something about it when you wake up one morning and you realize... 'hey. this is my home now'. this happened to me just the other day. it was one thing to be here when the delivery guy dropped off 19 massive boxes of stuff that got shipped over from perth. but it's quite another to realize that when everything is unpacked and in its new home... that you're settled. but the thing i've realized is that there's a strong dichotomy between being physically settled and emotionally settled.
i'm not sure how this gets measured or how it's even quantified. but at the end of the day, can people have more than one place that they call "home"? i think it would really suck to move to a place and to never ever feel at home. to me, that would feel like a waste of time, because at the end of the day, you want to feel comfortable in a new place so that you can get the most out of it. maybe it's the friends that you make and the people you meet which make you comfortable and thus, make you feel at home. or maybe is the familiarity of the activities or the realization of a 'better' or more enjoyable lifestyle.
either way, it all comes back to the fact that change takes time. perhaps before i would've been too impatient or too short-sighted to see it. but now i feel like i'm really into this.
moving here was a good thing. a very good thing, indeed.
Showing posts with label sydney. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sydney. Show all posts
*food buff.*
sydney's definitely delivering on the whole "good food" vibe. granted, i still haven't had a kick-ass bowl of laksa (last night's home-cooked dinner aside =p) which is even worthy of being compared to hawker's cuisine back home in Perth, but there's just so much OTHER good food around!
one thing i didn't mention in my last post was that there seems to be a little tradition starting. so far, before we do the send-off at the airport, we always seem to take a walk to world square with the intention of eating at makoto (the sushi train restaurant). we then put our name on the waiting list, wait 15 minutes while talking about how long we've been waiting, and then afterwards decide that it's not worth waiting for, so we head over to sushi roll for comparable-ish sushi at 3/4 of the price!!
okay sorry. i digress.
rach and i went venturing the other night and deciding so scope out our plethora of nearby restaurants. instead of walking up the "hill" (it's not really a hill, we're just kinda lazy) towards crown st, we decided to walk to liverpool/pitt st area to check out what else is there. we ended up stumbling on this freakishly taka-resembling but korean restaurant which was super super busy and packed and noisy (hence the taka reference), but with reeeealllyy good value-for-money food! just my luck that i didn't bring my camera out that night. but fret not, i'm pretty sure we'll be headed back there again so i'll make sure i some snaps!
for now, here's a little display of the restaurants we've been hitting up:
east ocean, 1/421-429 sussex st, haymarket
found this place on a recommendation from a friend. with this friend being a mainlander, i can totally see why she would like it. the entrance to this place is along the main dixon street walkway, but it's one of the only restaurants that don't have annoying people standing out the front yelling, forcing passer-bys to to look at their menu. such enticement. service aside, i really liked the food here. but then again, having people being rude to you in a language you don't speak kinda makes things worse.
but granted, their food was good.
marigold chinese restaurant, 683 george st, haymarket
DIM SUM. again. while it wasn't my first "reaction" when we did east ocean and marigold back to back, i've finally decided that (after going back again) this place wins. there's two levels to the restaurant, make sure you go to the top level. it's always packed and noisy, but the crowd just makes it feel super authentic. the waiters and trolley-pushers are ever so slightly obnoxious at the same time as being both pushy AND helpful, that it makes the whole dim sum experience believably authentic.
best dish? hands down their pai kuat (spare ribs). best. sauce. ever. and better yet, they don't do the whole dragon palace trick-you-chunks-of-meat-that-are-actually-chunks-of-yam thing.
please don't let the lack of photos here make it seem like this place wasn't worth it. coz it's exactly the opposite. the food was so good... i forgot to take photos. whoops!
dae jang kum korean restaurant, 35 goulburn st, haymarket
this is my took be gi in sydney. word for word. dish for dish. the only thing that dae jang kum does better is that they have SO much more space. bye bye to waiting 45 minutes for a hope to get a seat when you're a party of more than 2! i loved everything about this place. including the korean water bottles, the korean MVs playing on the big flatscreens and the big portions of everything! there's no value for money like it.
dishes you see below are the bulgogi, chicken bulgogi, oyster dolsot bimbimbab and the seafood pancake. yummmmmmm.
anyone who comes to sydney to visit us is going to get to try this place. word.
toraya japanese restaurant, level 2 @ the mandarin centre, chatswood
honest and modest japanese food. it felt authentic. wasn't mindblowingly awesome, but when you're paying $9 for a pretty sizeable bowl of gyudon, you can't really complain right? plus... udon comes free with every "meal" you order. bonus!
pizza e birra, 1/500 crown street, surry hills
gourmet pizza. yum yum. i can't believe how insane this place is. so many people lined up outside. supposedly, they don't take bookings over the phone. but i called up anyway to ask them what their wait time was like for a group of 5, and the guy was nice enough to put my name on the list, take down my number and tell me to head on over in about half an hour. sadly, i missed their call coz my phone was in my bag, so when we got there they had given our table away. but it only took about 10 minutes for the next table to be cleared and thank goodness this table was in the corner, next to the light! MUCH better than sitting in the middle of the restaurant amidst the flurry of LOUD conversation going on and the bazillions of tables around.
foodwise, little caesars still kicks their ass. but balancing my impression in terms of atmosphere AND food, this place was pretty sweet.
we went with one seafood, one chunky meat and their signature 'pizza e birra' pizza. the last one hands-down was the best. puff crust to perfection.
zellini's cafe, 34 belmore road, randwick
after a night of bowling (3 games for $15 @ amf - hehe), raph, rach and i decided that we deserved some desert. seeing that we were in randwick, we decided to stop off at zellini's after seeing their cake range through the front class. we weren't disappointed. we ended up getting a lemon cheesecake (which to me was extra extra extra cheesy), a chocolate-ish cake that had a funky name which now totally escapes me, and raph had a vanilla shake.
maybe i'm too much of a "small city" gal, but i think that charging $2 bucks per person just coz it's a public holiday is a bit excessive. i mean, charge us a percentage surcharge if you want... but there's just something off putting when i see a sign that says $2 bucks extra per person... it's unprofessional almost.
flo, 1/242 elizabeth st, surry hills
this was officially the first cafe i went to in sydney. it so happened to be the morning that rach and lil got to sydney! we were all a little tired due to lack of sleep, but for some reason, this place wasn't quite as satisfying as what we were expecting. it was a sunday morning, granted service might be a little slower, but they took aages to get the food out. some people who stopped in to get a coffee on the go had to wait like 10 minutes for their coffee. but, their food did look quite pretty. that counts for something right?
and that just about sums it up!
gosh we're gonna get fat living here. hahahahhaha. =p
one thing i didn't mention in my last post was that there seems to be a little tradition starting. so far, before we do the send-off at the airport, we always seem to take a walk to world square with the intention of eating at makoto (the sushi train restaurant). we then put our name on the waiting list, wait 15 minutes while talking about how long we've been waiting, and then afterwards decide that it's not worth waiting for, so we head over to sushi roll for comparable-ish sushi at 3/4 of the price!!
okay sorry. i digress.
rach and i went venturing the other night and deciding so scope out our plethora of nearby restaurants. instead of walking up the "hill" (it's not really a hill, we're just kinda lazy) towards crown st, we decided to walk to liverpool/pitt st area to check out what else is there. we ended up stumbling on this freakishly taka-resembling but korean restaurant which was super super busy and packed and noisy (hence the taka reference), but with reeeealllyy good value-for-money food! just my luck that i didn't bring my camera out that night. but fret not, i'm pretty sure we'll be headed back there again so i'll make sure i some snaps!
for now, here's a little display of the restaurants we've been hitting up:
east ocean, 1/421-429 sussex st, haymarket
found this place on a recommendation from a friend. with this friend being a mainlander, i can totally see why she would like it. the entrance to this place is along the main dixon street walkway, but it's one of the only restaurants that don't have annoying people standing out the front yelling, forcing passer-bys to to look at their menu. such enticement. service aside, i really liked the food here. but then again, having people being rude to you in a language you don't speak kinda makes things worse.
but granted, their food was good.
marigold chinese restaurant, 683 george st, haymarket
DIM SUM. again. while it wasn't my first "reaction" when we did east ocean and marigold back to back, i've finally decided that (after going back again) this place wins. there's two levels to the restaurant, make sure you go to the top level. it's always packed and noisy, but the crowd just makes it feel super authentic. the waiters and trolley-pushers are ever so slightly obnoxious at the same time as being both pushy AND helpful, that it makes the whole dim sum experience believably authentic.
best dish? hands down their pai kuat (spare ribs). best. sauce. ever. and better yet, they don't do the whole dragon palace trick-you-chunks-of-meat-that-are-actually-chunks-of-yam thing.
please don't let the lack of photos here make it seem like this place wasn't worth it. coz it's exactly the opposite. the food was so good... i forgot to take photos. whoops!
dae jang kum korean restaurant, 35 goulburn st, haymarket
this is my took be gi in sydney. word for word. dish for dish. the only thing that dae jang kum does better is that they have SO much more space. bye bye to waiting 45 minutes for a hope to get a seat when you're a party of more than 2! i loved everything about this place. including the korean water bottles, the korean MVs playing on the big flatscreens and the big portions of everything! there's no value for money like it.
dishes you see below are the bulgogi, chicken bulgogi, oyster dolsot bimbimbab and the seafood pancake. yummmmmmm.
anyone who comes to sydney to visit us is going to get to try this place. word.
toraya japanese restaurant, level 2 @ the mandarin centre, chatswood
honest and modest japanese food. it felt authentic. wasn't mindblowingly awesome, but when you're paying $9 for a pretty sizeable bowl of gyudon, you can't really complain right? plus... udon comes free with every "meal" you order. bonus!
pizza e birra, 1/500 crown street, surry hills
gourmet pizza. yum yum. i can't believe how insane this place is. so many people lined up outside. supposedly, they don't take bookings over the phone. but i called up anyway to ask them what their wait time was like for a group of 5, and the guy was nice enough to put my name on the list, take down my number and tell me to head on over in about half an hour. sadly, i missed their call coz my phone was in my bag, so when we got there they had given our table away. but it only took about 10 minutes for the next table to be cleared and thank goodness this table was in the corner, next to the light! MUCH better than sitting in the middle of the restaurant amidst the flurry of LOUD conversation going on and the bazillions of tables around.
foodwise, little caesars still kicks their ass. but balancing my impression in terms of atmosphere AND food, this place was pretty sweet.
we went with one seafood, one chunky meat and their signature 'pizza e birra' pizza. the last one hands-down was the best. puff crust to perfection.
zellini's cafe, 34 belmore road, randwick
after a night of bowling (3 games for $15 @ amf - hehe), raph, rach and i decided that we deserved some desert. seeing that we were in randwick, we decided to stop off at zellini's after seeing their cake range through the front class. we weren't disappointed. we ended up getting a lemon cheesecake (which to me was extra extra extra cheesy), a chocolate-ish cake that had a funky name which now totally escapes me, and raph had a vanilla shake.
maybe i'm too much of a "small city" gal, but i think that charging $2 bucks per person just coz it's a public holiday is a bit excessive. i mean, charge us a percentage surcharge if you want... but there's just something off putting when i see a sign that says $2 bucks extra per person... it's unprofessional almost.
flo, 1/242 elizabeth st, surry hills
this was officially the first cafe i went to in sydney. it so happened to be the morning that rach and lil got to sydney! we were all a little tired due to lack of sleep, but for some reason, this place wasn't quite as satisfying as what we were expecting. it was a sunday morning, granted service might be a little slower, but they took aages to get the food out. some people who stopped in to get a coffee on the go had to wait like 10 minutes for their coffee. but, their food did look quite pretty. that counts for something right?
and that just about sums it up!
gosh we're gonna get fat living here. hahahahhaha. =p
*new habitats*
three words have prominently arisen from my weekend activities: property inspections suck.
as you would have it, i spend yesterday morning wandering the streets of randwick in search of suitable accommodation for Rach and myself in this big, new city. funnily enough - before yesterday morning, i was actually looking forward to it! now? i am educated for the better.
what's so good about walking around for hours and hours, waiting in the hot blazing sun for a tardy real estate agent to show up and open house for 15 minutes or less. not only that, but then you end up going inside and realising that your first intuitions were correct. yesterday, i viewed seven different apartments. five of which i had significant doubts, judging by the photos online. in addition to the really hot afternoon weather yesterday, to make matters worse, each second property on my list was on the same street. i thought - oh how cool - it means that most of the properties are in the same area. in reality it just meant that i walked from one property to the next, then back past that first property to see the second, then back past the second to go see the third, and so on and so forth. by the end of it, i had tan lines on my feet and shoulders and now, i feel that i can confidently say that i know the apartment buildings along avoca st, randwick straight off the back of my hand.
funnily enough, with each passing inspection, i found myself getting more and more confused. when i was trying to describe the properties to rach, details of each of the apartments started getting melded together. i mean, which one had the black skirting? or the renovated kitchen? or the toilet that made me feel really depressed? honestly, apart from the two below, without photos to jog my memory, i honestly can't remember what i thought about the rest! the one good thing that came out of yesterday however, is that we found one good property at a "reasonable" sydney price, and so with our fingers crossed, we're going to pray that our application is successful.
so check out the two properties below... =)
apartment 1
apartment 2
in all honesty, my prayers are going towards not only a successful application so that we won't be homeless over here... but i would be lying if i said that i didn't have hopes to never have to live through another day of seven property inspections again!!
as you would have it, i spend yesterday morning wandering the streets of randwick in search of suitable accommodation for Rach and myself in this big, new city. funnily enough - before yesterday morning, i was actually looking forward to it! now? i am educated for the better.
what's so good about walking around for hours and hours, waiting in the hot blazing sun for a tardy real estate agent to show up and open house for 15 minutes or less. not only that, but then you end up going inside and realising that your first intuitions were correct. yesterday, i viewed seven different apartments. five of which i had significant doubts, judging by the photos online. in addition to the really hot afternoon weather yesterday, to make matters worse, each second property on my list was on the same street. i thought - oh how cool - it means that most of the properties are in the same area. in reality it just meant that i walked from one property to the next, then back past that first property to see the second, then back past the second to go see the third, and so on and so forth. by the end of it, i had tan lines on my feet and shoulders and now, i feel that i can confidently say that i know the apartment buildings along avoca st, randwick straight off the back of my hand.
funnily enough, with each passing inspection, i found myself getting more and more confused. when i was trying to describe the properties to rach, details of each of the apartments started getting melded together. i mean, which one had the black skirting? or the renovated kitchen? or the toilet that made me feel really depressed? honestly, apart from the two below, without photos to jog my memory, i honestly can't remember what i thought about the rest! the one good thing that came out of yesterday however, is that we found one good property at a "reasonable" sydney price, and so with our fingers crossed, we're going to pray that our application is successful.
so check out the two properties below... =)
apartment 1
apartment 2
in all honesty, my prayers are going towards not only a successful application so that we won't be homeless over here... but i would be lying if i said that i didn't have hopes to never have to live through another day of seven property inspections again!!
*new chapter, new city*
phew!
one month later and it's helloooo to sydney! so no, i didn't back out last minute... and yes, i still am quite terrified.
i suppose that this move has been all the more terrifying because of the abounding support that i've received from all of my loved ones back home. given any expression of doubt, uncertainty or dubiousness, i was met with unequivocal confidence and assurance that no, i would be fine. now... if only i could be as sure as them!
leaving was hard. it was great having a final farewell party though - and i'm really grateful that so many people showed up - especially those who i hadn't seen for yonks and yonks!
the chubs @ my farewell... with jas there in spirit..!
the last "sisters" shot we took. *sadface*
purposefully, i procrastinated throughout the entire last week of packing though... but to my own credit, i did finally finish and i must say that i think i did a pretty good job of being thorough! i ended up side-cataloguing everything, just to be sure that in the case that i need some obscure object that was sitting covered in dust on the fourth shelf down of my bookcase, i'm pretty sure i could tell you which archive box it's in and whereabouts in the box it is (i.e. how far down!).
i marvel at my pedanticity (i know this is not a word, but really... it should be, because everyone knows what it means!!). and i really didn't know i was so anal about particular things until i started packing. but the real skill that i displayed throughout that entire last week was my ability to get side-tracked by things of age. seriously, i spent 5 minutes packing a few books and cataloguing them, and then i'd come across a photo album from primary school and spend the next half an hour laughing at how stupid people's hair cuts were. in most cases i then proceeded to find whoever else was at home to show them my findings.
one word: sigh.
the hardest part about leaving was being at the airport. although it was great having my besties & family send me off, it was tragic looking back. i will admit, my record of countless months without tears was broken by a few stray tears as i was walking along the tarmac. (to the chubs: at least i now know i'm not completely emotionless!!)
one last chubs group hug.
it's not exactly hard being here alone. i mean, i always have been a person who likes being on my own for periods of time (but yes, i do also have a need to be around people!). but i think i feel more affected now because i left home when things were really good. back in 2007 when i left for canada (okay, i know this isn't exactly an ideal comparison given the temporary nature of study exchange), the world of opportunity for travel and experiences completed enveloped me. you might even say i felt beckoned. but now? things are completely different! there were so many different opportunities, so many different roads to take, many of which didn't require moving interstate. i could've done honours, i could've gotten a job, i could've even done grad law back home at UWA.
so amongst the big questions puddling around inside my mind, i wonder, did i make the right decision or not? my faith tells me that after much perseverance in prayer, the fact that my move interstate was relatively easy and straightforward, i'm most likely on the right path. but still, right now i can feel i tiny little flicker of apprehension.
as my mum so rightly said, i need to give it a couple of months. and that, i am gung-ho willing to do. =)
so a few tales since i've gotten here.
[1] the walk across the UNSW campus is killer. those basser steps make you want to die. and really, good luck if you're not wearing comfortable shoes. i myself, was lucky enough to have forgone wearing flappy charles & keith flats in favour of my good ol' billabong thongs. i'm pretty sure that if i had worn the C&K's, it'd be welcome to blister-town by now!
the captions (if you can read them), say it all... it really is a dreaded walk
[2] the sydney bus system is crazy/ultra-confusing/AND awesome all at the same time
it took me this entire first week to really figure out how the whole bus thing works and to remember which buses take me where. after a good five years since needed to rely on public transport system, i can heartily say that (a) i reeeealllly miss my car and (2) carrying groceries home on a bus just plain sucks.
just a glimpse of the quandary known as the sydney eastern region bus service
[3] pidgeons. what a lovely way to wake up every morning. without fail, these two little birdies have come to chirp me awake... EVERY morning. how pleasant. =.=
but hey, they know me so well they even stayed around for me to take a photo of them.
okay, and here's a glimpse of what my room looks/looked like after my boxes of stuff arrived. =)
for those of you who were readers back in 2007 during my exchange in toronto, the duvet sheets probably look really familiar. =p
markedly, i think i'll stop here. i'm sure that there'll be heaps to blog about over the next few days as classes start. but i make no promises.
if you're reading this, thanks - coz you're probably even more faithful to this blog than i am at this point!!
*hi-5*
- pheebs.
one month later and it's helloooo to sydney! so no, i didn't back out last minute... and yes, i still am quite terrified.
i suppose that this move has been all the more terrifying because of the abounding support that i've received from all of my loved ones back home. given any expression of doubt, uncertainty or dubiousness, i was met with unequivocal confidence and assurance that no, i would be fine. now... if only i could be as sure as them!
leaving was hard. it was great having a final farewell party though - and i'm really grateful that so many people showed up - especially those who i hadn't seen for yonks and yonks!
the chubs @ my farewell... with jas there in spirit..!
the last "sisters" shot we took. *sadface*
purposefully, i procrastinated throughout the entire last week of packing though... but to my own credit, i did finally finish and i must say that i think i did a pretty good job of being thorough! i ended up side-cataloguing everything, just to be sure that in the case that i need some obscure object that was sitting covered in dust on the fourth shelf down of my bookcase, i'm pretty sure i could tell you which archive box it's in and whereabouts in the box it is (i.e. how far down!).
i marvel at my pedanticity (i know this is not a word, but really... it should be, because everyone knows what it means!!). and i really didn't know i was so anal about particular things until i started packing. but the real skill that i displayed throughout that entire last week was my ability to get side-tracked by things of age. seriously, i spent 5 minutes packing a few books and cataloguing them, and then i'd come across a photo album from primary school and spend the next half an hour laughing at how stupid people's hair cuts were. in most cases i then proceeded to find whoever else was at home to show them my findings.
one word: sigh.
the hardest part about leaving was being at the airport. although it was great having my besties & family send me off, it was tragic looking back. i will admit, my record of countless months without tears was broken by a few stray tears as i was walking along the tarmac. (to the chubs: at least i now know i'm not completely emotionless!!)
one last chubs group hug.
it's not exactly hard being here alone. i mean, i always have been a person who likes being on my own for periods of time (but yes, i do also have a need to be around people!). but i think i feel more affected now because i left home when things were really good. back in 2007 when i left for canada (okay, i know this isn't exactly an ideal comparison given the temporary nature of study exchange), the world of opportunity for travel and experiences completed enveloped me. you might even say i felt beckoned. but now? things are completely different! there were so many different opportunities, so many different roads to take, many of which didn't require moving interstate. i could've done honours, i could've gotten a job, i could've even done grad law back home at UWA.
so amongst the big questions puddling around inside my mind, i wonder, did i make the right decision or not? my faith tells me that after much perseverance in prayer, the fact that my move interstate was relatively easy and straightforward, i'm most likely on the right path. but still, right now i can feel i tiny little flicker of apprehension.
as my mum so rightly said, i need to give it a couple of months. and that, i am gung-ho willing to do. =)
so a few tales since i've gotten here.
[1] the walk across the UNSW campus is killer. those basser steps make you want to die. and really, good luck if you're not wearing comfortable shoes. i myself, was lucky enough to have forgone wearing flappy charles & keith flats in favour of my good ol' billabong thongs. i'm pretty sure that if i had worn the C&K's, it'd be welcome to blister-town by now!
the captions (if you can read them), say it all... it really is a dreaded walk
[2] the sydney bus system is crazy/ultra-confusing/AND awesome all at the same time
it took me this entire first week to really figure out how the whole bus thing works and to remember which buses take me where. after a good five years since needed to rely on public transport system, i can heartily say that (a) i reeeealllly miss my car and (2) carrying groceries home on a bus just plain sucks.
just a glimpse of the quandary known as the sydney eastern region bus service
[3] pidgeons. what a lovely way to wake up every morning. without fail, these two little birdies have come to chirp me awake... EVERY morning. how pleasant. =.=
but hey, they know me so well they even stayed around for me to take a photo of them.
okay, and here's a glimpse of what my room looks/looked like after my boxes of stuff arrived. =)
for those of you who were readers back in 2007 during my exchange in toronto, the duvet sheets probably look really familiar. =p
markedly, i think i'll stop here. i'm sure that there'll be heaps to blog about over the next few days as classes start. but i make no promises.
if you're reading this, thanks - coz you're probably even more faithful to this blog than i am at this point!!
*hi-5*
- pheebs.
official move date
so now it's done & done! tickets are booked, accommodation is *almost* sorted, and dates are locked-in.
official move date to sydney: 15th february
wow! it's all becoming real. really really real. it just occurred to me - i've only got 9 days of full-time work left! and worse... only 35 days left in perth! so that means there's only 35 days to make sure i catch up with everyone i need to see before i go. so many loose ends! gotta send quite a few thank-you gifts (and us chubs still need to fit in secret santa!!). oh, and of course there's going to be a lot of "catch-up" coffees and lunches and dinners... and of course, my kick-ass farewell party (which c'mon was a given) to plan!
*tear*
how sad is leaving.
i can already feel it: one big chapter of life is about to close. and to be honest, i really don't know how i feel about the next one opening.
the time has come
after planning for the future for so long, it's weird how all the emotion has been sucked out of me. i really expected a climax when i got the good news that i got accepted to UNSW. but now... weirdly i'm left feeling confused.
as most of you would know, i spent the latter half of last year deliberating about what to do this year in 2010: whether to work, spend another year at curtin doing honours, do honours at another uni, or go and do postgrad law at a uni over east. in due course i applied for a few (some might say 'too many') different uni's over east namely and lucky me - i was accepted to quite a few of them. after the sydney trip last year, i really did think that i had my heart set on sydney - i was so sure that i wanted to go to UNSW. i mean, as everyone tells me, there are just so many benefits of sydney over melbourne!
after hearing back from monash, i first thought it was scary that they started in january - simply because it meant that i'd have to leave some time this week. i mean, how am i meant to pack up my life in just one week? i swear it's not possible - there's just wayyyy to many people that i haven't seen or caught up with yet and too many things that haven't been organised! so immediately, there's one pro to UNSW - they don't start until late february.
i really should say - i know that i've made my decision. i know i'm going to UNSW. but somehow, deep down, i feel confused... or maybe even conflicted. i'm not sure whether it's the arising emotions and realisation that i'm really, actually going to be leaving perth, leaving family, friends and everything familiar, or if it's because i'm just ready to go right now, and that i don't want to wait another month to leave. getting into and choosing UNSW means another 3 weeks of work and another 3 weeks of just planning, and not 'doing'.
i keep asking, why do i feel this way??? i mean, i know i'm usually the planning type. i love to plan things down to the letter. take holidays for example - i always end up with pages and pages of research and notes about places to go, things to do - even details down to bus times and how much things cost. but now... it seems that the timing of everything is just completely throwing me off!
don't get me wrong - i love perth. i love living here and i love being within my comfort zone (duh!). but there's half of my heart which is tugging and saying that i'm ready to up and leave right now, right this moment. the other half is glued here. the other half knows that it's gonna be hard to leave and to say bye to things as they are right now.
in two words: i'm torn.
as most of you would know, i spent the latter half of last year deliberating about what to do this year in 2010: whether to work, spend another year at curtin doing honours, do honours at another uni, or go and do postgrad law at a uni over east. in due course i applied for a few (some might say 'too many') different uni's over east namely and lucky me - i was accepted to quite a few of them. after the sydney trip last year, i really did think that i had my heart set on sydney - i was so sure that i wanted to go to UNSW. i mean, as everyone tells me, there are just so many benefits of sydney over melbourne!
after hearing back from monash, i first thought it was scary that they started in january - simply because it meant that i'd have to leave some time this week. i mean, how am i meant to pack up my life in just one week? i swear it's not possible - there's just wayyyy to many people that i haven't seen or caught up with yet and too many things that haven't been organised! so immediately, there's one pro to UNSW - they don't start until late february.
i really should say - i know that i've made my decision. i know i'm going to UNSW. but somehow, deep down, i feel confused... or maybe even conflicted. i'm not sure whether it's the arising emotions and realisation that i'm really, actually going to be leaving perth, leaving family, friends and everything familiar, or if it's because i'm just ready to go right now, and that i don't want to wait another month to leave. getting into and choosing UNSW means another 3 weeks of work and another 3 weeks of just planning, and not 'doing'.
i keep asking, why do i feel this way??? i mean, i know i'm usually the planning type. i love to plan things down to the letter. take holidays for example - i always end up with pages and pages of research and notes about places to go, things to do - even details down to bus times and how much things cost. but now... it seems that the timing of everything is just completely throwing me off!
don't get me wrong - i love perth. i love living here and i love being within my comfort zone (duh!). but there's half of my heart which is tugging and saying that i'm ready to up and leave right now, right this moment. the other half is glued here. the other half knows that it's gonna be hard to leave and to say bye to things as they are right now.
in two words: i'm torn.
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