Christmas in Adelaide!

So Rebecca and I are flying down to Adelaide this afternoon to spend Christmas with her parents and family. I am really excited! I've heard mixed reviews on the city, but the most important thing to me is that her family will be there, I'll get to see her elementary (primary?) school, see the place she grew up in... figure out why she's so weird, and have Christmas with an actual family, which is much better than our original plans to stay here and chill with each other during Christmas and New Year.

Things in Sydney are going a lot better since my last post. It seems that I'm getting adjusted to here a lot faster than I did in France. Albeit the language is the same, and I can actually understand whether people are being nice to me or not, and Rebecca has gotten some job interviews, which is GREAT for us. We've seen a lot more of the city, and we've found a few places that we both really like, that we might want to live in, so that is really good. Now we just have to wait until the holidays are over and we can get started more seriously on our job search. I'm happy to report though that everything is feeling better and better each day, and more and more comfortable. I'm really happy Rebecca is here with me, and we're moving forward with our future, (not plural).

Holy Crap I'm in Australia

Well, my plans seem to have changed a bit over the last few months. I went from doing everything I could to get back to France, to realizing that it might be better to wait a bit, to having an opportunity to move to Australia for a year and taking it, to settling here in Sydney, in a cute little suburb called Maroubra, hanging out with Rebecca, her sister and husband, and their three boys.

It's been hard adjusting to the new time zone, to leaving the States, and there has been added stress from everything here being SO expensive. We can't find rent cheaper than $1200/month! And that's for like.. a shack.

To be honest, I haven't written since I've been here because there doesn't seem much to report. It feels like San Diego with Australian people, but everyone is driving on the other side of the road. I want my own place, I want a place where I can get away when things get too complicated here and when I don't feel like being around other people. I need a lot of personal space, and a lot of time alone, and I don't have that at all here, which is probably one of the hardest things. I want to listen to music, but I can't because I'm never alone. I want to go out with friends, but I don't have any. Sometimes I'd love to go somewhere other than the house, but I can't because I don't know how to get anywhere. I guess I can go to the beach, but that gets old soon. I guess after being unemployed for so long in the States, I was hoping I could come here and find work, but I haven't found anything yet. If I'm in a good mood, which I'm not right now, then it's fine.. I stay positive, but other times, like right now, I feel like maybe I didn't think this through well enoguh before I came. I have no idea what I'm doing here.. it's like France all over again. I know I hated France when I first got there, and I went through a long, drawn out period of mourning before I started to really like it, then I started to love it, and now my heart aches for it and I miss France every day. Maybe Australia will become like that as well... right now I just feel out of place, and unable to do anything about it.