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“Why not go out on a limb? That’s where all the fruit is.”

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I have seen the above quote attributed to both Will Rogers and Mark Twain. Sometimes, the internet is confusing. It could even be neither of them. But I like it anyhow.

Today, I am going to fully launch this thing. The blog, the facebook page, the twitter account…may as well go all out if I’m going to do this.

What do I hope to achieve?

Well. A show on the travel channel? Bill Bryson status? Yes, please. But just a blog for now. Baby steps.

I want to share my travels. My adventures. And misadventures. I want to inspire those who dream of an extraordinary life to just go out and make it happen. All it takes is for that switch in your head to go off – for you to realize that all of the societal pressures and material things that surround you are really nothing in comparison to the experiences that you can have in this world – and you are unstoppable.

I had a dream – it was called Australia. I am now living that dream and let me tell you that it is absolutely nothing that I expected. It has been fun, but also downright depressing at times. I have doubted myself many nights. But then I wake up some mornings and marvelous, sometimes peculiar, things happen. And these experiences make the homesickness and dreary, stir crazy days all worth it.

I read travel memoirs constantly. Wild by Cheryl Strayed. Everything ever by Bill Bryson. Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. (I know, I know, bandwagon. I just happened to read the book at a point in my life that I NEEDED to read it. And it really is just a good book, for all of you doubting book snobs out there.) Tales of a Female Nomad by Rita Golden Gelman. Anything by Paul Theroux. Happy Isles of Oceania being my favorite.

What happens in all of these memoirs? Everyone doubts themselves. Nothing goes as planned. At some point, there is despair. Fear. But you know what? Everyone gets something out of their travels. Whether or not they accomplished exactly what they set out to do, exactly how they planned to do it or not (usually not), these people all have  extraordinary experiences that surpass anything that could possibly happen in an office cubicle.

And that’s what I want. And that’s what I want for any of you out there who also have the dream…the itch. The inkling that life is so much bigger and better than anything anyone out there is trying to sell to you.

So. Anthony Bourdain has moved to CNN. Samantha Brown has just had twins. It’s my turn now!

Indulgence, Luck and a Little Bit of Melodrama at the Museum

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Wow. Where do I even begin with this one? Let’s just say, sometimes the universe is mysterious.

A few days ago, in the middle of reading Sherlock Holmes, I had the urge to do some research on Frida Kahlo. I am sure that something sparked this sudden desire, I simply do not remember what. I was quickly enchanted by Kahlo’s story and decided to put Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s classic on hold so that I could read a biography of the Mexican painter.

Hayden Herrera’s book, Frida: A Biography of Frida Kahlo, seems to be the most popular. But I decided to go with Margaret A. Lindauer’s Devouring Frida: The Art History and Popular Celebrity of Frida Kahlo. According to some reviews, and even Lindauer, Herrera’s book does not accurately portray Kahlo as the strong woman that she was. So, I’ve opted to read Lindauer’s book first, followed by Herrera’s.

Moving along to the first two things that I’ve promised for this post: indulgence and luck. I have been fairly strict with money and diet recently. Whenever I do this, I end up on a bit of a binge later. Or today, ha! Yesterday, after starting my book on Frida, I decided it was a museum day. I made it all the way to the CBD, only to run into this:

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Boo! What a random day to be closed. And this was after running around the CBD looking for cafe jobs and being terribly unsuccessful. Suffice it to say, I was down in the dumps at the end of yesterday.

Today, I woke up and decided that I was going to get myself some Mexican food. Today, I was going to indulge! Then, I would try again at the National Gallery of Victoria because I was longing for some museum time. But first, I was going to make some phone calls. After calling around to a few book stores and being informed that they were not hiring “at the moment” (which really means the entire season, come to find out), I stumbled upon an even better job opening. My dream job, really. I called to see if they would be willing to hire someone in Australia on a working holiday. The answer? Yes, please send your resume.

LUCK! But that is all that I am willing to say about that for now, I cannot risk jinxing myself.

After calling Evan, who surely thinks that I am manic at this point (yesterday, I was on the verge of tears from frustration and disappointment, today I was on the verge of tears from excitement and hope) I left for my daily adventures. I decided to check out a recently opened Mexican place called Guzman y Gomez. I went with the “mini” barramundi burrito. It was $6. And this big:

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“Mini” is not a joke at this place. The containers to the side are the condiments I decided to take because I had just purchased the world’s tiniest $6AU burrito. I ate an entire container of  jalapeños. Which was probably not the best decision…I ended up with some pretty serious heartburn. Which lead me to the frozen yogurt establishment next door. This indulgence was not planned. But my green tea frozen yogurt with cheesecake frosting was certainly delectable.

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Green tea cheesecake fro-yo in hand, I continued on my path to the National Gallery of Victoria (NGV.) I passed a man who was sitting on the curb looking quite forlorn and decided to shoot him a smile. Turned out he was homeless and asked very nicely if I had any spare change. He had come from Adelaide and been on the streets in Melbourne for nine days. I said, “Hey, man, I understand, I am low on my luck right now, too. But I have a dollar to spare.” It was my last one. “God bless you and may your luck change, too,” was his response as I walked away.

Finally, I walked through the doors of the NGV. Almost immediately, I was openly weeping. Why do I ever stray from the art world? It is where I belong. I love the way that I feel in a museum. I love the smells, the sounds and, of course, the sights. I love how my heart pounds and the gears inside my head start spinning. I love soaking in the minds of other artists and my own ideas that are sparked by them.

There was even a little bit of Warhol and Rothko:

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Suddenly, I was back at my home town museum, the Smithsonian. I know all of the Smithsonian museums like the back of my hand. Again, shedding a few tears.

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After making it through the European and contemporary side of the NGV, I ran smack into the Arts of Asia wing. Knowing that, if I were to set one foot into that side of the museum, I would never leave, I decided to put the arts of Asia off until tomorrow. I then headed downstairs for some more grub. (Well…I’d started out the day indulging, why not continue? I will be good tomorrow.) I went with an orange cake and a soy latte. Bad choices for my esophagus, scrumptious choices for my taste buds!

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On the way home, I stopped at the library. This is what I came home with:

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I suppose it is safe to say that I have jumped on the Frida mania bandwagon for the time being. And I am totally fine with that.

Oh! And remember the homeless man that I gave my last dollar to? On my walk to the gym, I found a five dollar bill with no owner. Today has been my lucky day. And I will be passing that luck to my sister when she arrives in two days by putting that five dollars onto her myki card.

This has become an incredibly long post. Cheers to those who have navigated my ramblings and made it to the end.

-fin-

Big, messy brain dump

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Not really sure where I am going with this post…so, bear with me. I am not exactly in the writing mood, but the only way to get any better at it is to practice, practice, practice.

The next few weeks should really be fantastic. My sister arrives in Melbourne this Friday. She will be here for about 9 days. Half will be spent here in Melbourne, the other half in Sydney. I can’t wait to see my sissy-bear!

She leaves on the 20th, and on the 22nd I have tickets to see Against Me! That shall add to the fabulousness of January.

Then…and then! Evan arrives. I think he is trying to surprise me, so I do not know the exact date. “Somewhere in the middle of February” is all I know.

Things are looking up.

I am still only working once a week assisting in a salon. Who knew it would be so difficult to get a job as a barista? A little over a week ago I had two VERY promising trials at a cafe. I was supposed to sit down with the woman who would train me at the end of my shift to discuss my schedule and other paperwork. She then got a call and needed to go help out at another location. Said she would call me at the end of the day. When I had heard nothing by the next day, I called her. She answered, “sorry mate, I know I was supposed to  call you yesterday! I actually just got off of a plane, can I call you in about an hour?” That never happened, either. And then the holidays happened in Australia.

They really take their free time here seriously. Which I think is absolutely fantastic. Exactly how I think the whole world should work. You put in your 8 hours, then you have your damn free time. You get your damn vacation time.

But holy shit. I could use a job. I am holding on to the hope that, although the cafe was open for the second half of this week, since nobody had seen my would-be barista trainer since before the holidays, she is still…on holiday. Tomorrow is Monday. Fingers crossed that I will get an affirmative phone call. If not, back to the drawing board.

Again, I could easily get a salon job. But I came here to learn something new. Maybe I have learned something new – what it’s like to be turned down from a job. Not to boast here or anything, but this truly is a new experience for me. I have never been turned down from a job before. Ever. This is a bit frustrating (…a BIG bit frustrating…) and a bit humbling, I suppose.

Anyway, the new housing situation is still going well. The landlords are great. We hang out just enough and I have just enough alone time. Balanced.

Hm.

Other new things I have done/seen/learned:

-Beers on the beach

-I have learned that you can order different types of fish from a fish and chips shop

-Because of above, I have ordered, eaten and learned what the most common type of fish in “fish ‘n’ chips” in Australia is: “flake” aka “gummy shark”…I have eaten shark.

-Apparently, there is no law against females bathing topless in Victoria. I will be getting rid of these tan lines, thank you.

-I have never in my life taken a cold shower. I do not like being cold. However, the other day it was 104F and I sure as shit took a cold ass shower.

-Made one of the ice creams from my previous post – the avocado coconut lime raw ice cream. It tasted like lime. Just lime. So, I added agave, vanilla and a pinch of salt. Still not my favorite, but much better. (Speaking of raw food, this raw pot luck must happen.)

-Sometimes, things just don’t go as planned. Try as you might to steer the universe in the direction you want it to go, sometimes it is YOU who has to change direction. And you’ve just got to give in and open up. I used to watch a certainly unhealthy amount of the Travel Channel. Mostly just Samantha Brown and Anthony Bourdain. Once, Samantha Brown said something along the lines of, “You’ve always got to have a plan B and C. Because sometimes plan A goes wrong. And then sometimes plans B and C go wrong and you’ve got to be okay with going along with plans D, E and/or F.” Well, I thought that I would immediately have a job in a cafe. 2 and a half months later, no dice. WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN?! Something. Nothing, maybe. But, nothing has gone as planned and I’ve got to be okay with that and keep on truckin’.

I’m sure that I have had other thoughts over the past few days. If I keep typing, this will turn into an even more jumbled, messy brain dump. So, here, I will bid you adieu. With a few views from my window.

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Pick it up

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Haven’t written in a while (obviously.)

It’s been a lot more difficult to adjust out here than I thought it would be. Perhaps because I have a lot of time on my hands. Who knows. My first holiday season away from home. I miss everyone!

I have also never had so much difficulty getting a job. I could still get a salon job, easy. But I came out here to learn new things. To try something different. I thought being a barista in a coffee shop would be fun, but it seems “on the job training” no longer exists. Everyone wants a barista with AT LEAST one year’s worth of experience. Now, how is a person supposed to get this experience if nobody will give them a break in the beginning?! Today was good, though, I’ve got three promising coffee shop leads. And a few more that said to check again when they reopen in January. (Almost everything in Australia and, I suspect, many countries, closes for 2-4 weeks during the holiday season. Rock on. Except I need a job.)

With all of this time on my hands, I have been reading through an old journal of mine that I started when I was about 17 and stopped writing in a few years ago. My goodness, what a turbulent time I made for myself during my young adult years. (Am I still a young adult? I’m 27…sure!) But, in the midst of all of those teenage and earlier twenty-something years, I ran across two quotes that I wanted to remember that two old, and still very dear, friends of mine said to me.

One was, ”You can be whatever you wanna be. When I was little, I wanted to be a dinosaur and I know if I stick with it one day I’ll get there.”

And the other was, ”I think you can do whatever you want to do, you have something about you that makes people believe that about you…most people aren’t like that.”

The first was thanks to Benjamin Teplitzky, the second, William McDonald. What silly, beautiful things to say to someone. Thanks, dudes. Who knew I would need to read that this many years later.