Australia, Shall We Start Over?

After nine turbulent months,* I departed Australia with glee, delighting in two weeks in Indonesia and two weeks in England where I was able to see my family for the first time in far too long. Apprehensively, I then boarded not one, but four flights totalling around twenty-five hours of flight time during a journey that lasted forty-five hours, only to return to a country that I have found not well suited to me. Is it that I think all places deserve a second chance? No, not at all. Life is too short and we are all suited to different environments, so we should try to find places that we enjoy. However, I have come back to an entirely different part of Australia than anywhere I lived before. I have come to a place that many Australians refer to as backwards, a place that I have heard openly mocked time and time again… a place that when I searched for it on Google, left me stunned and desperate to visit due to its beauty. I have come to live in Tasmania.

As I descended from forty thousand feet, aboard that final flight, aside from feeling extreme relief that I probably would survive so many hours of flying after all, I felt delight at the immense amount of green I was witness to. Tasmania is, in the simplest terms, very, very green.

Hug a kangaroo wallabyI have now spent one week in Tasmania, hugged many kangaroos (or are they wallabies, I can’t tell), climbed a mountain (the featured image is a scene from part way up), and walked on one of the beaches to name but a few things. My initial impressions are very good. I like the place, I’m happy to be here, the people are incredibly friendly, and I am excited to see more. I bought myself a bicycle for $12.50 (although the $7.50 delivery charge lifts the price to a whopping $20) and when it is rideable (if ever), I will use it to explore this island when I can.

I have only two months, or a little less, and I feel it will fly by in this happy place. This might just be the Australia I was looking for, the one that works for me (as we are all different).

*My first nine months in Australia were turbulent because I spent time doing things that I didn’t particularly want to do (working excessively in uninspiring jobs for future finance). This time around, I am taking more time for myself and more time to explore. 

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