My exit from Ukraine in late February 2009 was no other than a dramatic effort down to the final minute of departure. All those Ukrainian bills I was hiding in tampon boxes added up to quite a few U.S. dollars, but getting that money exchanged after leaving the country would have been extremely difficult. Apparently, it’s almost just as impossible to make the change while still in the country.
I spent the next two nights in shock in London trying to realize the reality (yes, I said that) of the situation, and what big jump I was about to take next–Australia.
Yep, I arrived in Sydney exactly a year ago yesterday, and within an hour, I was broken in with both a beer and kebab in true Aussie fashion.
It’s hard to believe it’s been a year, mainly because I only recently feel as though I’m here. I know that sounds funny, but it’s true. The fact of the matter was that I was pretty much broke after two weeks in Sydney, and work and money and fitting in became a huge concern. I somehow lost myself in the mix. The only easy way to put it would be to quote Sarah Lane on her synopsis of 2009:
“You know what else is dumb? 2009. What a shit year, amirite?”
Hell yes, Sarah! Hell yes! Although I’m sure her brain-tumor-caused-by-parasites-probably-picked-up-on-her-RTW-trip-years-back situation was a lot scarier than mine, I would still say that I feel a little bit of her pain. (She’s cured btw.) Her stories of dealing with the emotional roller-coaster of events struck a little close to home. I definitely went through a whole massive stomach problem that caused esophagitis, which I later found out was probably caused by the major depression and anxiety I was suffering that led to countless doctor appointments (and medications and lost money) situation. Whew! What a trying year for sure!
But, I’m done with that. Hear that, 2009?! You’re in the past, and here I am in Australia at the one year mark in 2010, happy and healthy and loving it (except for the vegemite and musk sticks). I have ambition and goals again, and most importantly, people that love and care about me (which I forgot for a while in that whole episode).
To celebrate this momentous occasion, I met Patrick in the city for dinner at one of our favorite joints. Mmm… It was delicious; although not romantic in the least. This is the type of place that seats you at the same table as other couples in order to fill the room! But, I don’t mind because the food is just so worth it. We will for sure be bringing my mom and step-dad here next week (!!!).
Here’s to 2010!