The call of the concrete
01.08.2012 15 °C
I applied for my visa yesterday, now I'm sitting here stressing out over whether I'll get it approved or not.
My return to the city is giving me mixed feelings. I'm happy to be back with friends and loved ones, but coming back to my old life has re-awakened the normal level of stress that I had totally forgotten about among the peaceful whispers of trees in the wind, without a care other than getting my 88 days over with.
Now I'm back among the towers, where everything costs money, including the food that I eat. After spending the last 3 months as a Willing Worker On Organic Farms I got used to not having to pay for my bread. On top of that, everything is much more expensive in the grey areas of this world. It's costly to navigate in the densely populated urban jungles. Get in your Safari Jeep, strap yourself in, and get ready for the ride.
The ride gets quite bumpy at times, like when you walk into the old place you used to work, hoping to get your job back. The first thing you see is smiling, happy faces, and you recieve a warm welcome, but sometimes you're down on your luck. Sometimes they have too many staff and can't really give you the amount of hours you'll need. Still a couple of shifts a week will help. It's not enough however, that's why it's good to have a boss with connections and a big, warm, kind heart to hook you up with the owner of another restaurant.
So I had a trial, 2 days after my return, at a pretty cool place in Fitzroy. I just wish the position he wants me for would be the bar, but they're more in need of people for the restaurant, and my lack of experience in that area (especially fine dining) has the owner hesitating, wanting me in for a second trial tomorrow, when it's busy. I'm expecting a full on shift, probably making more than the occassional mistake.
I am still excited, however, for my second year in this country, even when the fog lifts and reveals a not as glamourous existance as I always imagine beforehand - I still love every minute of it.
I've finally started back at the gym, preparing myself for whatever challenges life throws in my way. So I say: Come at me!
-Beppe Karlsson, Melbourne