Seven Days and Counting

I first came to Washington, D.C. as the last of August was dying down. On September 6, I showed up for my first day of work at the United States Marshals Service Headquarters. That was the first of a great many experiences that I have had in the first 1.5 months here. I have had a great time working for the USMS, seeing my hard work making its way about the agency and hearing from many people that I will go far. I have learned a lot about myself, and with that new-found knowledge came a great many new questions.

Early on in my internship, a man who I had only met in passing walked into my boss's office where he and I were talking. This guy looks at my boss and says, "He's being recruited." My boss goes, "Oh I know he is, he just doesn't know it yet." Just like that. I mentioned that no one had offered me a job yet, but that I would be looking into different opportunities while I was here. He says, "No, no, that's not what I meant. You're being recruited by God to His army." Can you say holy crap! All summer, and for the past several, I've had people telling me that I would make a great minister. I have to admit, I sort of shrugged these off, thinking there was no way I could do this and people were just trying to make me feel good. When a complete stranger says it to you, it really makes you take a step back and take another look at things.

This past week, I have really been struggling with what it is I will do when I graduate in December. Time is ticking, and the closer December looms, the faster the clock seems to go. I have really been considering going to seminary, and have begun an application to Ashland for the Fall 2012 semester. We will see what happens throughout the next two months, but I am sure it will be full of excitement and (hopefully) answers. I read a quote the other day that talked about how God's timing is perfect, but it may differ greatly from our timing. Combined with Jeremiah 29:11-13, these have become words to remind me to keep going about my daily business but to keep my heart open and listen for God to speak. Things may be rough/questionable/down/etc, but God knows what He is doing and has a plan for each and every one of us. At one point or another, as long as we are open and listening for God to call upon us, we will figure out what that plan is, and we will see that the timing was, indeed, perfect.

As I write this, there are seven days between now and next week when I will get on a plane and fly back to Ohio and the Good 'Ole HC! Trust me, never before have I wanted to be in the Buckeye state as bad as I do right now. DC has given me some great experiences that I would not have been able to have anywhere else, but at the moment, I feel as though my next step will rely heavily on where I come from and how I came up. There are many questions, and there will be many answers. In the meantime, it is important to just sit back, enjoy the lives we were given, and to take things one day at a time, trusting in the Lord to get us through our trials.

The Return to Cyberspace

So I know I'm not in the Land Down Under anymore, but I figured I'd give this a shot again.  I'm in my senior year at Ohio Northern University in the bustling metropolis that is Ada, and what a year it has been. I recorded my first ever 4.0 of  my college career, finished off a term as Treasurer, served as President of College Republicans, had shoulder surgery, was chosen to join two honoraries, and got accepted into an internship program in Washington, DC.  It is hard to believe that the time has come for me to start thinking about life after college. It feels as though I am faced with that question everyday now that time is winding down, and by winding down I mean I have five weeks left before I'm done with my undergraduate classes. Thankfully, the employers I have worked for the last two or three years have accepted me back for another year, so I will have something to do between finishing classes and heading off to DC. That is another thing, I am slightly perturbed by the fact that I will not be able to walk at graduation, but that is another story.

This summer promises to be a packed one. I have a trip planned to Tennessee with several of my high school friends for a week, then I'll be joining a fabulous group from Martins Creek and Walnut Creek Mennonite Churches as we head to Mongolia for two weeks where we will be working on a Habitat for Humanity type of project. I am really looking forward to this trip. I have heard so much about the experiences of those who have gone before me (specifically my employers lol) and cannot wait to delve into the experience myself. I have had the privilege of going on other missions trips, but I cannot fathom the experience awaiting us on the other side of the world. Coincidentally, I have been on the other side of the world already, but this time around the situation will be quite different to say the least. Enough about that for now, there will probably be more to come in the coming weeks. Upon my return from Mongolia, I will be headed to Orlando for a few days for our Fraternity's national convention that takes place every two years. After that, it'll be back to work for a few weeks before heading to DC to complete the last part of my undergrad studies. I will be interning through the Washington Center, which is a program that places students into a wide variety of internships throughout many government agencies in our nation's great capital. It is this last part that has me feeling particularly stressed out. As I finish up my senior project this quarter and get ready to leave ONU, the fact remains that it is time to join the real world come December.

Upon the completion of the internship, I will be a graduate of Ohio Northern University and have no idea what I am going to do with my life. I have had such a fulfilling and successful college career, and I wish nothing more than to continue that legacy into my life as a college grad. Thankfully, I was reading another blog, find it by clicking here. She was talking about how she was worried that she wasn't doing enough in life to make an impact, until she realized that she was impacting her little corner of the world in her own way. That is what is important to realize: we are all impacting our little corners of the earth, whether we can see results or not. No matter what we do in life, we are not here to satisfy our own desires, we are here to serve God, and perform the duties that he has set in store for us. I feel as though it is almost impossible for us to remember this as our lives become so congested with clutter, but it is in those quiet moments when we really listen that we can hear something happening. We have all been put on this planet for a reason, even though we may not know what that reason is for until we are well on in years.

I've also realized that a good deal of life has to do with taking chances. I have been watching the show "How I Met Your Mother" and heard a great quote on one of the episodes:
"Doesn't being scared let you know you’re on to something important? If you’re not scared, you’re not              taking a chance. And if you’re not taking a chance, then what the heck are you doing?" Why should we ever be comfortable with our lives? Life is all about venturing into the unknown with the knowledge that we can indeed get hurt along the way. But if we never venture out of our comfort zones, how will we ever know what is truly out there? You should never let past experiences keep you from venturing, because each new experience has its own set of circumstances. You could miss out on the perfect job opportunity, the "one", or the chance to truly see something amazing. And you know what, we have the power to overcome our anguish if we do get hurt. For me, the thrill of the unknown supersedes the ordinary. Even as I write this, I feel as though I am eating my own words because lately I have not been as adventurous as I have been. I have gotten into the mindset of just wanting to concentrate on school, without looking at the different opportunities that could be waiting for me. I am going to make this an ultimatum for myself in the coming year: take more chances and listen to what God is calling me to do. I don't need to start worrying yet; I know what I'm doing through December so it is pointless to start worrying now. The coming months will certainly be very exciting. All I need to do now is get through the last five weeks of school so I will at least be done here.

I feel I have done a great deal of rambling on in this post, but there was a lot I needed to get out there. Hopefully you were able to follow along. For now that is all, it's beginning to get a little late out here and class starts at 11 so I should be getting off to bed. These last parting words: be the change you want to see in the world, the best things in life never come easy, and you are impacting your small corner of the world everyday, whether you actually know it or not.

PS: found another quote to add - Start living now. Stop saving the good china for that special occasion. Stop withholding your love until that special person materializes. Every day you are alive is a special occasion. Every minute, every breath, is a gift from God.

Posting Troubles

I can't seem to get my Sydney post to show the whole thing...I'm not sure why as I've tried splitting it into parts and that still doesn't work. I'll send it to mom or dad and if anyone wants to read the whole thing, they can then email it to you.

Sorry.

Melbourne II

June 13

Upon waking up this morning I realised that this is my last Sunday morning here in Brisbane. As I begin writing this, it is 10:00am on the dot, meaning that at this time next week I will be boarding the Qantas Boeing 747 headed back to Los Angeles. Having said that, I have now realised that today marks the beginning of the “lasts” as I like to call them: today will be my last $2 steak Sunday, Wednesday will be my last Queen St. Market, Friday will be my last rugby game, etc. I cannot believe that time has come already, and while part of me is anxiously counting down the days to next week, a larger part is not wanting to leave all of a sudden, and I think it has come about as a result of the fact that everything I have known over the past four months is coming to an end. When I arrived in Brisbane all those weeks ago, I was a legit outsider (technically we still are but bear with me): I didn’t know where the grocery store was, I didn’t know the bus routes I needed to take to get where I needed to go, I didn’t know how to get to the city, etc. However, I can now navigate my way around Brisbane like I have lived here for a good portion of my life, and definitely feel as though I could survive on my own. This is all just one weird feeling right now so I’ll try not to delve into it for too long, I just needed to make that known.

Today also marks the beginning of Brett’s first (and only) week in Brisi. As you all know from my earlier posts, we spent last week travelling to two of Australia's biggest cities: Sydney and Melbourne. As you also know, I have already been to Melbourne, and I think that fact alone just goes to show how awesome of a city it is. Visiting Melbourne really almost made me wish I had chosen to study there, but once I got back here, I realised how great Brisbane actually is as well. Other than the flight down, where we had a screaming baby in front of us for 1:45 out of a 2:00 hour flight, and the kid behind me who wouldn’t stop kicking my seat, our first day in Melbourne was pretty uneventful. I went to Hertz to see about renting a car to drive along the Great Ocean Road and everything was going great until they asked to see my license. I handed it over and my biggest fear came to light: it had expired on my 21^st birthday back in May and without a valid license, they would not rent a car to me. We then went back to the hostel and booked a Great Ocean Road tour, then went out to explore the city. We first went to Federation Square, but since it was a weekday there was not much going on in the middle of the day. So we continued on down the road and reached the Shrine of Remembrance. Brett was not impressed with this building at all. When I saw it for the first time, I was awestruck and couldn’t believe how big and beautiful it was. Brett gave it a noncommittal “eh” and asked what was next. Of course, by the time we left the Shrine, it had started raining, so we were forced to wait inside the entrance for it to subside. After the rain died down, we walked over to Melbourne’s Eureka Tower, which boasts the southern hemisphere’s tallest public viewing platform. We checked out prices and put that on our list of things to do for Saturday when we would have almost a whole day in the city. Then we walked over to the Melbourne Aquarium to see how much it was, and decided that there was no way we would pay that much to look at a couple of fish. After the aquarium, we went through the Immigration Museum and learned some cool things about Australian immigration and how things all started down here. From the immigration museum, we decided to go and check out the Melbourne Museum as it is free to anyone holding a concession card. Alas, we got there right at 5:00 when the thing was closing. Unfortunately, Brett noticed that the Imax next door was playing Prince of Persia at 6:40, and asked if we could watch it since he hasn’t seen it. I complied and we went down to get our tickets. As we now had over an hour and a half before the show started, I deemed it necessary to go and get something to eat since it had been early when we ate lunch. So we started walking and came to what I’ll call “Restaurant Row” just to make things easy. We walked down one way, and I was surprised to notice every owner/manager outside on the sidewalk having a go at anyone who walked by. There was one place I would have stopped at, but the guy’s insistence turned me off to the place and we kept walking. When we got to the end, there was one place at the beginning that I hadn’t minded, but I didn’t want to walk up that way again, so we crossed the street with the intention of going back down the other side again. This never happened, as we found a place that had $12 chicken parm and I was sold. Turns out it was a great idea because it was one of the best meals I have had in Australia. A big piece of chicken and fresh, hand-cut chips that were the right combination of a crispy outside with a really soft inside. So we ate, and then went to the movie. After the movie, we headed back to the hostel and went to bed since we had to be up by 6:30 the next morning to get ready for the Great Ocean Road tour.

The tour on Thursday was pretty much the same one that I took in April, except with the worst tour guide I have ever seen in my life. She had no idea what she was talking about, and her driving was bad enough to scare even me. She was constantly weaving all over the road, ran off the road at one point, got lost a half dozen times, killed the battery on the bus when we stopped for lunch, and missed her turn-off on the road back. I was so thankful to be done with her when she dropped us off. I apologised to Brett because the tour I took was awesome, with a knowledgeable guide and everything. Unfortunately, the same tour guide showed up the next morning for our Phillip Island tour. I was so mad, it put an immediate damper on my mood for the day. The driving was as bad as the day before, she even went right of centre a few times into oncoming traffic, and the descriptions of where we were going and what we were doing were slightly better, although that may be because I didn’t have anything to compare it to like I did the Great Ocean Road. The first stop was a wine and cheese tasting, of which the cheese got more attention from Brett and I than the wine did. It was good cheese, and, of course, made me miss Holmes County cheese as well. To make us feel even more at home, we were surrounded by cows and green rolling hills. Sure felt a lot like HC. The next stop was the Phillip Island Chocolate Factory, by far the highlight of the day other than the penguins we saw. This place was incredible. They had so many things made out of chocolate: a life-size David statue made out of milk-chocolate, a replica of The Scream, and a few other artsy-type things. They also had a chocolate village, complete with buildings, cars, roads, and trains. In the next room, we found the world’s largest chocolate waterfall (400kg every three minutes) and a robot that got you a piece of whatever chocolate you wanted when you pressed the corresponding button. The next room had windows so you could actually see the people working doing what chocolateers do. There was also a machine where you could make your own design and then eat it, and one where you could make your own chocolate bar with your choice of four flavours: cola, strawberry, wasabi, or vegemite (I stuck with strawberry). After the factory, we went to the koala conservatory where we saw a crap-load of koalas sitting in the trees. We were even luck enough so see one move around which is almost unheard of since they sleep for 20+ hours a day. After the kolas, we went to this place called the “Nobbies,” which is pretty much just another apostle just in a different location (and much bigger). That was cool and we got some good views and some good action shots of the waves crashing into the rocks. The highlight of this stop was that we saw penguins under the walkways, and what a sight they were. They are called “The Little Penguins” because they are so small (obviously) and there was a group of them just chilling under the boardwalk. Of course, this wasn’t as cool as the Penguin Parade we saw after that, where up to 2,000 penguins come in from the ocean and go back to their burrows for the night. That was so cool. Just all these little penguins forming little groups and then scurrying across the sand to the grasses where they would then make their way back to their houses. A very cool sight indeed.

The next day, our last in Melbourne, we spent back in the city, walking around and taking in the sights. Brett had seen a Mexican place the night before so we walked down there but they were closed unfortunately. So we walked all the way back up to get lunch, then dropped our bags off at the hostel so we didn’t have to carry them around, and went back towards Federation Square. We decided to go up the Eureka Tower, and I’m glad we did because the views were unbelievable. You could see forever in any direction, with a bird’s eye view of Melbourne. The best part was going up 88 storeys in 38 seconds, faster than it takes my lift to go up five storeys. We then went back to Fed Square where we watched a comedian before heading back to the hostel to get picked up for the airport. When we finally got to the terminal, the first thing I notice is a large group of people waiting in line for check-in. I checked the notice board and see that the flight to Brisbane has been delayed three hours. When we finally got to the counter, the lady said that the plane was deemed “inoperable” so they were sending a new one to take us back. Not to mention three other flights were checking in at the same time, so this little warehouse had a throng of people in it making it crowded and noisy with everyone pushing anyone to try and find a place to sit. Eventually the plane came, but by now no trains were running in Brisbane so we had to take the bus to the CBD, then we ran to catch the last City Cat leaving from Queen Street. Luckily we made it so we didn’t have to walk home, and got home around 1:00 this morning. We said hi to the guys that were still up, then quickly showered and went to bed. I almost fell asleep on the ferry out of utter exhaustion. Needless to say, I am never, ever going to fly on Tiger Airways again, and I would advise all to do the same. Their fares may be dirt cheap, but you have no idea when or if your plane will show up and after last night, I must say it just isn’t worth it.

But I almost forgot to mention one of the best parts about Melbourne: the Queen Victoria Market, two to three city blocks of deals and bargains you can’t find anywhere else. I did much of my souvi shopping here, and would have probably gotten more but Tiger only gives you a 7kg carry-on with a $15 charge for every kilo you’re over so I didn’t want to buy too much. I just wanted to say this place was amazing, and would encourage everyone who visits Melbourne to check it out at least for a little bit. And make sure you walk through the whole thing because many dealers have the same things but some have 2fers and are cheaper than others. All in all, it was a great week, but I’m glad to be back here where I can relax for a while and just show Brett where I’ve been living for the past four months. Now that I’m finished with this post, I checked my time again and a week from today, we will be ½ hour into our 13 hour flight back to L.A.

Sydney Part III

As I just mentioned, Monday we did a Blue Mountain tour. For some reason, traffic was horrible in Sydney that morning, and it took us over an hour just to get out of the city. As it happens, we had to drive through Sydney’s red light district to get out, and they guide told us that it started during the second World War when the American sailors stationed in Sydney would go looking for company, and it stayed even after everyone was gone. The first stop was by this river where the guy collected payment and there wasn’t much else to see. The next stop was at this place called “Flat Rock” where there was absolutely nothing between you and certain death if you slipped over the side. The view was amazing: pure, unobstructed forest and canyon and mountain just stretching for miles and miles around. That was amazing. We then stopped for lunch at a town called Leura, but it was pronounced funny and I can’t remember how it was. We ate at this Thai place that was really good, and one of the French guys on the tour had the gall to tell me I have a thick accent. Now I had to ask myself how in the world I can have a thick accent if English is my language and I don’t know any other languages. If you were to ask me, he was the one with the thick accent, and was in no position to complain about my accent. We then went to this section called Katoomba Falls, and that was really a cool sight as well. We rode a cable car across the valley that had a glass floor, so you could look down at the valley way below your feet. Then we rode this steep car down to the bottom of the valley, where there was a small section of warm temperate rainforest. This is caused by the high cliff face that keeps the sun from shining directly on the ground, so in a small corner of the mountains, one can find a rainforest. To top off the stop, we rode the world’s steepest train incline back up to the top of the mountain. We then stopped at this national park that is supposed to have a lot of kangaroos around it. It’s a little known fact, but kangaroo means “I don’t know” in Aborigine. The white man who asked what the animal was asked the Aboriginals what the animal was and he said “kangaroo.” Legend has it that is the reason the kookaburra laughs whenever we say kangaroo. The best part of the national park were the five kangaroos we saw while we were there. There was a male, two joeys, and two females hanging around. It was really cool seeing them in the wild. We saw tame ones in Cairns that you could just walk up to and pet, but these guys were just right out in the woods. Next, we drove through Olympic Park, and that was cool to see the place that were the focus of Sydney and Australia just ten years ago during the 2000 Olympics. To finish off the night, we took a harbour cruise from Olympic Park back to Circular Quay, so that was really cool to see the city, SOH, and bridge from the water at night. It really gave you a new perspective on Sydney. We then got dinner on the wharf, got coffee from Starbucks, and went back to the hostel to prepare for the early flight home the next day. Coincidentally enough, even though the flight down left on time, the flight home was delayed by half an hour. I knew something was wrong when it was the original scheduled time to board and the plane wasn’t even there yet. Finally the plane showed up, we boarded, flew back to Gold Coast, got the bus and train back to Brisi, and finally made it back to the apartment. For lunch, we used up the last of my peanut butter and jelly, and then for dinner I took Brett to this Indian place right down the street that is really good. Brett has never had Indian food so I wasn’t sure if he would like it or not, but he did so everything turned out ok. We still need to head to uni to print off our confirmations for Melbourne, and then we need to get to bed so we can get up for our flight tomorrow.

Sydney Part I

June 8 10:40pm

Today Brett and I returned to Brisi after spending the last two days in Sydney. I would be excited to be back home, but tomorrow morning we leave for Melbourne. Do not get me wrong, I am excited to get to Melbourne again, but after travelling to Sydney and back we are both quite tired and would just like to relax here for a while, but we are looking forward to Melbourne. One of the worst parts about travelling to Sydney with Tiger Airways was that they do not fly to Sydney out of Brisbane. Instead, we had to take buses and a train down to the Coolangatta Airport in order to catch the plane out. When we got to the Tiger terminal, we realised why their tickets are so cheap: it was literally a warehouse with a ticket counter and a security checkpoint thrown in. It literally felt like we were flying out of the Millersburg airport. But let me take a moment now and fill in what has all been going on over the last few days after Brett got here.

Brett was due to arrive at 6:20 our Saturday morning here. Friday night, I went to bed early because I needed to get up early to catch a train to Central Station to meet him from the airport. Surprisingly, I was too worried about him making it to Central ok that I could not sleep at all, and then around 2:00am I realised that I gave him directions to the train from the domestic terminal instead of the international terminal. By now I was really worried and realised that I should probably just suck up the $15 charge and meet him as he came out of customs. I got on the internet and found a train leaving Toowong that would get me to Central in time to catch the airport train. Alas, the train was late getting to Toowong so I did not get the train to the airport, and the next one would get me there after he would have been through customs and possibly on another train heading towards the city while I would be heading away from the city. So I decided just to wait on the platform and pray that he would have enough sense to ask an attendant where the train was. To make matters worse, about ten minutes after I got to Central Station, an announcement came over saying that all trains between Bowen Hills and the Airport were shut down due to a power failure on the power lines. Now I was genuinely concerned that he was not going to make it to Central at all, and spent the next half hour plus walking around the station trying to figure out what was going on. I was then told that busses would be bringing people from the airport to Central, so I went outside to wait again. Just as I was about to give up and go back inside, I see Brett walking up the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street and say a silent prayer of thanks that he made it ok. After I finally had him in tow, I called dad to let him know that he made it, as I had been keeping him updated on the failed status of Brisbane’s transport system. He was happy to hear that we finally met up and informed mom that he was safe and in good hands. We then went to Cole’s so that I could pick up some food to make Brett a nice brekkie after his 24+ hour trip. I got some Canadian bacon and a thing of milk and we went back to the apartment to eat. First, I made the bacon, and while frying it, I got the idea to do a honey kind of glaze with it. So I got out my kilo tub of bush honey and my basting brush and glazed some honey onto the bacon. It turned out to be a good idea and really made the bacon rather enjoyable. After the bacon was finished, I then made each of us two eggs in a basket. This has become one of my favourite brekkies and Brett rather enjoyed it so that was good. We still had a few hours before we needed to leave so we rode the City Kitty to Queen St. and walked down the mall a little bit. I showed him City Hall and unfortunately it was closed due to renovations so we could not go in. Then I remembered that it was Saturday and the Southbank Market would be going on so we walked across the bridge to the south side of the city. As it was a beautiful day out, we rode the Wheel of Brisbane, something I have been thinking about doing and since Brett was here and the weather was perfect we decided to just go ahead and do it that day. After the Ferris Wheel, we went and saw City Beach and then Brett said he was hungry so we went back to Sir Fred to get some lunch. Luckily I had made pasta the day before so we had plenty to eat. After a quick lunch, we showered and packed quick and then went to uni to print off our confirmation emails. Then we left for Gold Coast, and, lucky for us, there was an Aussie on the bus who saw me looking at my map and was able to tell me exactly how to get to our hotel. The hotel was really nice, especially for the price we paid, but we could not figure out how to turn on the lights or the AC. When we went down for dinner, I asked the lady how to do it and was told that she couldn’t understand our American accents. So I had to repeat myself and then listen as she told me there was a little box on the wall that you had to shove the room key into to get power to the room. So we finally figured out how to do that and went to bed at 9:00 since he was jet-lagged and I was tired from staying up all night.

Only One More Week of Class

May 30 9:45am

Sunday morning here in Brisi, and with it comes church. I awoke slightly (1 hour) before my alarm was set to go off this morning so, rather than just lay in bed, I got up, made a spot of tea, and had breakfast. I then checked the news for a while and I decided that I would update my blog before we leave at 9:50.

Last night was interesting. I was in the library when I get a call from my roommate Justin and he said there was someone who just rang our buzzer who said he was a friend of my family. I had no idea what he was talking about, as far as I knew, there was no one living in Brisi that my family knew, but he said there was someone here who said they came looking for me and that I should come back straightaway. So I practically ran all the way back from campus, thinking to myself who on earth this could be. For a fleeting instant, I had a vision that it was someone from the courts here to subpoena me for some unknown reason. When I got back, there was someone sitting in our dining room, and I still had no idea who it was. Once we got to talking, I found out that he and his wife had met Jerry and Sharon Ryan and their family when they were living in New Zealand a year or two ago. Now that I actually had some background information, things got better and I finally understood how this guy knew who I was and where I lived. We talked at our place for a few minutes, and then he said his wife was cooking dinner and I was welcome to come back with them if I wanted to. By now I was rather interested, so I went back to their house where I met his wife. It was a nice evening; we talked about New Zealand for a while and all the glorious wonder of that beautiful country, and then they showed me some pictures of Jerry and Sharon and other people that they knew while they were there. Dinner consisted of BBQ chicken, pumpkin, potatoes, sweet potatoes, stuffing, gravy, and a veggie mixture. Dessert was apple pie (I think but I’m not sure) and ice cream. For a minute, I imagined I was at Granny’s during the summer months, and had to take a few minutes to think about all the people back home (and all the pie I would have access to upon my return). We talked for a while longer after dinner, where we had tea and chocolate and just spent a little more time getting to know each other. It really is amazing how small the world is. When I went to college, one of my now best friends used to grow up watching Buckeye’s games at my cousin’s, cousin’s house, and now, in Australia, I meet someone who met a family from tiny Holmes County in New Zealand. It really is remarkable the people you can meet by venturing outside what you have always known. So, continuing on, after tea they drove me back home, with a parting gift of a raspberry tart I think you would call them, and well wishes for the coming weeks as I finalise my time here in Australia. And so also, I went from thinking I was going to court, to having a fantastic evening with Laurie and Jeanette Parkinson.

This week also marks the final week of classes for me down here in Australia, and the final week before Brett gets here. I will only have two tutorials to go to this week, one where I will get a paper back and the other where I have a quiz. My Thursday classes are both done and over with so I’m not showing up to those. Saturday we will then head down to Gold Coast, and Sunday, Brett’s Australian adventure will begin with a flight to Sydney. I am still not entirely sure what we will be doing in Sydney; with such a short time, I imagine we will spend most of our time just taking in the city and visiting the Sydney Opera House. I know that is the one thing we will do, because what else do you think of when you think of Sydney but an opera house? Next Tuesday, we will fly back to Brisi and then Wednesday morning we fly to Melbourne. I have a little bit better idea of what I want to do down there, as I have already been there once and look forward to going again. The only problem is, it was rather chilly down there when I went five weeks ago, so it can only be colder now. I have a feeling it will be worth it; however, and Brett and I will have a car and drive Great Ocean Road for approximately a day and a half to two days, ending in Mt. Gambier before taking the inland highway back to Melbourne, where, luckily, I know all the cool stuff to see and there are also some things I did not get to do last time that I look forward to doing this time. In 21 days time, Brett and I will be making our way to the airport one final time, only that time, we will not be heading back to Brisbane. There is so much to say on the matter, but I do not believe there is any way to put it into words. It is mostly a lot of feeling and emotion, but I am determined to make the next three weeks be as enjoyable as possible, not worry about the small stuff, enjoying the little things, taking part in the big things, all the while looking forward to seeing my friends and family again.