It's been a couple weeks since I have written a blog. When I write them I like to make sure I have been waiting to tell you of some massively crazy story about my time so far here in Karumba and to be honest my mind is a blank. Not that nothing has happened just nothing really overly exciting.
Life here is alright. My body has climatized to the heat here and I now wear stories or something funny to write about, so I have a cardigan when it is 25 degrees here because that is a cool day lol. We have ants in what we call the kitchen and our kitchen sink and I found one in my bed. We have geko's in the 6 pack as well, there was one in my room the other night. I turned the light on and you see something literally fly at top speed across the wall, the little fuckers move so fast. We had a toad in the kitchen sink. I went to turn it on and it hopped out on to the faucet and I screamed. My housemate came in and we stood there for 5 minutes staring at the running water with the toad on the faucet trying to figure out a way to turn it off without it jumping. Liz picked up a spatula and stuck it out and tried to turn the faucet but it obviously didn't work, finally after moving with slow agility she turned it off. The door handle fell off one of the bathroom doors and Liz got locked in and had to knock and call my name to get her out. We don't watch tv because we only have 5 channels, news, sports and one music station. Work is alright, it's definatly a different experience working in a place like this - but that is another story for another blog. I am loving having my own room, itt's really nice having my own space and some privacy considering we live and work together everyday. The other morning one of the girls was up early and I was thinking, please don't come in the room I just want to sleep and then remembered I had a room all to myself, it's so nice having space away from others. I love being able to come home and close my door, put on some music watch a movie, change in privacy. I ‘ve been taking advantage of my own space as much as possible. It does get boring but it's like this quote ( I can't remember it word for word) it's along the lines of "we travel just to search in places for the comforts of home" it's so true, I miss home. I've been really homesick since I have gotten out to Population 600. I miss Tim Hortons, moms cooking, hugs, my friends, my closet though I wouldn't know what to do with all the clothes in it. My clothes have gone to shit. Everything is either riped, stained, has a whole or has been worn so much you can't even say it's material anymore. All the washing machines are ruining everything I wear or just wearing them constantly is wearing them down it is so depressing. I have even gotten rid of stuff, given stuff away or gotten people -Ryan-to take stuff home for me because I can't fit it in my bag. Miss Fashionista has turned into Miss Lack-of-fashionista, it's so depressing. If I was home I would be wearing my ripped jeans, stiletos, my blue shirt, knitted grey jacket and jewellery, oh my jewellery how I miss thee lol. It's actually really depressing how lack of clothes I am. My leggings which have become my staple pants are so ruined my black pair have holes all in the ass so I have to wear a long shirt with them and my jeggings are covered in bleach stains...I DON'T USE BLEACH!!! I'm sick of noodles, expensive alcohol and over priced food and food with no taste. I miss people that sound like me. Having an accent is fun at first but the novelty wears off after awhile. I miss my car which means in my case I miss my licence, I miss my parents and I miss my furry bundle of joy curling up with me when I go to sleep at night, I miss my big bed with all of its pillows and its big fluffy doona. I miss curling up on my couch with wine and pizza with my mom and CJ and watching movies, I miss getting drunk with Pauly, I miss maternal hugs, my own bathroom and my big tea mugs where I can make bottomless cups of tea. Man there is so much I miss but, I wouldn't want to be anywhere but here right now. As much as I miss those things I don't miss them enough to come home, it sounds wierd but it's true. Next week I will have been gone 6 months!!! 6 months can you believe it!!! I can't believe it's almost that long or should I say short? It feels like I have been gone forever but yet it feels like I just left yesterday. I look back on my pictures and can't believe all the things I have done, places I have been, people I have met. There have been tears, laughter, broken hearts, adventures, parties, movie nights, road trips, arguments, conquering fears amazing friendships and so much more that I can't begin to list them off. I think " this has been my life for the last 6 months...and it's incrdible and I still have so much more to go. I am so looking forward with what the rest of my travels have in store for me.
With that being said, the ripped clothes, lack of wardrobe, a noodle diet, expensive food and alcohol and constantly living with others, ants, singing geckos in my room having tea in small tea cups is all worth it, and as much as I am homesick I wouldn't give any of it up it's all part of my adventure and I know I will look back on all of this and smile even on my time here in Karumba.
I miss you all xox
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