So don’t think that I haven’t been thinking about you. Because I have. And I’m sure you’re all waiting so patiently by your computers for an update from me.
I wrote them.
Or at least I started to.
However, I never edited them. I never finished them. And I’ll probably never publish them.
But I can give you all an idea of what they were about.
I wrote a draft on one of my connecting flights over to Australia about, well, marriage. You see, I was comparing moving to Australia to getting married. I was all: “The plane ride is my wedding and Australia is my marriage and I am ready for love and blah, blah, blah.”
That’s right, I was going to tell you all that I got married because marriage is a huge commitment just like moving to another country.
But I never finished that post and I probably never will.
I can, however, show you a picture from my wedding day.
Then I wrote a draft about how I kept waking up in the middle of the night EVERY night since I’ve arrived and how I’m exhausted and can’t sleep and been trying to cook at the hostel I’m staying at even though 98% of the time I have no idea what I’m doing. Also, I can’t light the damn stove to save my life.
But I didn’t finish writing it. And I’m not planning on publishing it.
I can, however, show you pictures of things I’ve tried to cook.
I should also mention that I’m a very lazy person and this cooking thing isn’t going well. I mean, did you guys know that you have to clean up after “cooking”, and that if you enter the hostel kitchen anywhere between 6-9 p.m. to try to make something, everyone and their mama will be up in that kitchen cooking and then you’re all: “Ain’t nobody got time for this” and then you just decide to take your Kindle out on a date.
So as you can see, I’ve tried writing blog posts but my emotions have constantly been going up and down. One day I’m meeting people and on a high and feeling great. The next day I’m homesick and don’t have the slightest idea of what I’m doing here.
So with that said, I’ve finally decided to write about how I’ve been a lame and hibernating and using jet lag as an excuse to not do anything.
This is the post I’m gong to touch on. And you ALL get to read it.
And now the reason why you’re all here – the real title of this blog post:
HOW I’VE BEEN HIBERNATING AND BEING LAME AND USING JET LAG AS AN EXCUSE TO NOT DO THINGS
There’s a rule I read somewhere about travel; and I can’t remember exactly where I’ve read it but it goes something like this:
No matter where you go, make yourself do something on the third day of arrival.
So this is how my first few days went down:
Day one (which isn’t a real day because it was arrival day and my head was in two different time zones and OMG-IF-I-DON’T-GET-SOME-SLEEP-I’M-GOING-TO-KILL-SOMEONE): It didn’t count. I got a free pass.
Day two: went to the grocery store and tried to “cook” and then went the bank to activate my account because I kind of need money here.
Day three: Got an Australian phone number. Anyone wanna call me?
Day four (which is actually day three because day one doesn’t count, remember?): got a different Australian phone number because I really didn’t like the first plan I signed with. Then I actually, you know, went out. With people. In the pouring rain.
Because, really, who doesn’t want to go for a nice walk in the pouring rain? It’s the only way to really experience Australia.
And, besides, it was my third day. So I had to do something, right? A couple of people from my hostel invited me to a free concert at the Sydney Opera House, which was really great with many talented artists.
But then I met Sophia, who didn’t quite fancy my hibernation plan. She was a girl from the Philippines who is working in another city in OZ. She was briefly visiting Sydney to renew her passport. So she turned it into a three-day holiday. And, well, she wasn’t going to spend her holiday hibernating like a lame like some people.
We chatted about our reasons for being here, and I told her that I’ve spent most of my time hibernating.
I don’t think she accepted this. She certainly didn’t like it, and she made it a goal to take me out of hibernation mode while she was here.
“You can hibernate when I leave…” She’d say.
For the next few days we hung out.
We went on a walking tour. Then we somehow lost the tour because we were too busy taking picture of things, and, well, us.
Sophia’s personality had the energy for ten people. Her character was like a cartoon.
She was exhausting.
In a good way.
In a we-became-temporary-BFFs way.
In a we-laughed-and-laughed-a-lot way.
Later she introduced me to her friends who lived in the city. And we had lunch.
And became Facebook friends.
Then Sophia went to a movie with her homegirls while I went back to the hostel to hibernate. (In my defense I woke up at 4 a.m. because of this whole my-body-is-still-adjusting-to-the-time-difference-thing SO LEAVE ME ALONE OK).
The next day Sophia and I hung out before she had to head back to the airport.
We decided to continue being our own tour guides. This time there was ice cream involved. And, of course, pictures.
Finally, it was time to drop her off at the train station and say our goodbyes.
She told me to stop hibernating but I can’t make any promises.
There you have it folks – my amazing Australia experience so far. It doesn’t involve the beach or pretty mountains or animals. It just involves me. In hibernation mode.
Do you hibernate when you travel? Or do you constantly make yourself do things?