I still remember entering uni for the first time. I remember my struggles, which surprisingly included culture shock. I remember the homesickness. I remember the decision to leave, and of course, I remember landing in Melbourne for a fresh start.
Mum told me yesterday that she was asked quite a few times now (my grandfather being one of them- how touching!) when I will return home. Over here, I'm asked about what my plans are for next year.
|Sydney Harbour Bridge|
I don't know if I can get a job. While the communications industry is getting more popular, the job market is very competitive and I am not sure if I have made myself stood out.
I don't know if I can get an appropriate visa to stay. Yes you read correctly, I'd like to get a job here and stay. But really, I don't know anything about the visa application process.
And most of all, I don't know if I'm ready for work. I know one thing's for sure- for now, I have enough of university. I salute those who can survive longer than three years, because it has been a very tiring journey for me and I am ready to change directions.
Where to? Good question.
|The Opera House!|
So you see, I'm stuck in between places. I'm done with uni. I'm ready to leave. There are some aspects of being a university student that I still love, and will love, but the constant pile of assignments (some of which are a plain waste of time) is getting rather stale. I'm also not ready to put my feet into the world yet. I'm not ready to begin what we call a career- I'd like to do other things first.
Like an exchange. With AIESEC, I could volunteer overseas for 6 weeks.