So...
I've just moved to the Sunshine Coast three weeks ago...after living in Bathurst for eight years...I've left Charles Sturt University...and am now at the University of the Sunshine Coast...
My paramedics are on hold for the time being, and I'm having to do a pathways course for six months, but I believe too that this would help me heaps...then, it's onto nursing...paramedics can wait I think...
Am I angry, happy, sad, excited? I'm a mixture of emotions; I mean, for anyone who has lived in a place for eight years after moving in, and growing into who they are there, there of course would be a sense of sadness. Well, for me there was. Bathurst was a place I called home. I lived in town longer than I lived in my own house overseas...
I was scared at the prospects of moving again. Not from one place to another within Bathurst, but to a new state, a new town, a new lifestyle. No more mainly Australians cowboys and cowgirls, ute musters, sheep, alpacas, trees, mountains, cold...I'm now a 15 minute bus trip from the beach, there are girls walking all over the place in bikinis, a lot of exchange students from Japan, Germany, Canada, USA, UK, France, Taiwan...they're from all over the place, to learn English, Business, Arts, Communications...new friends, new experiences...
But here I am.
I am now a resident of Queensland. I am now living in Queensland...although a few years early, but still, I am now here.
I live in a share house with 6 other people, who are all great people. The only person we all have problems with is the person we shouldn't have problems with...and he's increasing the rent for everyone by a bit...
For those that know, the area the size of my hallway is now the size of all I have, and I'm paying $520 for that little bit of real estate...but it's a bed, it's close to uni, and like I said, the people here are great.
I've been able to explore my cooking styles while here. One thing about Bathurst was that I was not able to really cook what I felt like cooking. I've made lamb and 3 types of mushroom noodles in a soy and sesame sauce, tariyaki beef and chicken, lightly crumbed salt, pepper and lime maki maki (a type of fish), salsa marinated beef steaks...there's just so many things that I can make to try...and if I'm not willing to cook, there's a pizza place just around the corner...normally order on Monday or Tuesday (2 for 1 offer), and the Greek Lamb pizza's pretty alright too...
But now, here I am, eating a bacon and sweet chilli chicken tender sandwich, which is going oh oh so well...hmm...if only I could find a girl, an apartment, a way to get my furniture that's still in Bathurst, and this bloody money for my visa, and things would be swell...but it doesn't have to be in that order...but it has to be done......so, let's see what happens shall we?
Oh, apart from the uni things, I'm also trying to get my security license; the TAFE here does it, but it's just not the right timing...so, going to reassess as required, and see what happens.
Right, that's about it....
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Who Is The Black Chinaman?
- Nick
- Kuala Belait, Brunei
- Saving someone's life is like falling in love. The best drug in the world. For days, sometimes weeks afterwards, you walk the streets, making infinite whatever you see. Once, for a few weeks, I couldn't feel the earth - everything I touched became lighter. Horns played in my shoes. Flowers fell from my pockets. You wonder if you've become immortal, as if you've saved your own life as well. God has passed through you. Why deny it, that for a moment there - why deny that for a moment there, God was you? I realised that my training was useful in less than ten percent of the calls, and saving lives was rarer than that. After a while, I grew to understand that my role was less about saving lives than about bearing witness. I was a grief mop. It was enough that I simply turned up. Living and working back in Brunei, after a 14 year absence... Also known as: Brunei, NASA, Bruise-Eye, Bru, Cheesecake, Nick, BruNick, BruMedNick, Two Step etc etc etc
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