As usual, apologies for the delayed blog post. I have the good fortune to have a lovely Italian grandmother who reminds me exactly how long its been. (Love you, Nanny Ree!) and I did not mean to keep anyone in suspense nor did I mean to go this long between blog entries, but as is life, it gets busy and you get caught up in it and time goes by way too quickly.
Unfortunately since Japan my life hasn't exactly been the globe trotting adventure which would be a far more significant and compelling read (and a far more significant and compelling thing to live as well). However, I do try to keep myself busy and do new and different things each weekend.
This past weekend, Pat's rugby team had 'ladies day' on Saturday. Essentially what that means is ladies drink wine and champagne for free all day and you can watch the guys play rugby. Nanny Ree, of all people, I know you would appreciate objectifying the gorgeous men in short shorts. When Pat invited me I specifically remember being thrilled at the idea of 'all you can drink' wine and champagne. Pat let me know that if I was in the mood to not be such a selfish asshole, I could show up early too and watch his game, considering I had never gone to any of his games at Stanford, which he claims to have invited me to, though I don't recall an invite to a single one. Regardless, I let him know if there was an opportunity to essentially have an alcoholic drink buffet AND objectify him in short shorts, I was there. I brought a few friends along and it was an absolute blast. Unfortunately, Pat's team lost but after the game he was able to come join us. The thing about that was, it was 'shit shirt' day meaning the guys were all supposed to wear their dumbest or silliest shirt and whoever had the best one won a bar tab for the night. All 6'4" of Pat rolled up after his game in a shirt that proudly proclaimed 'No one knows that I'm a lesbian'. Sadly, I think the guy in the twilight shirt cut off to show his belly button had Pat beat.
It is at this point that I must apologize for the lack of photos in this post. I just switched to a mac and I am by no means literate with this piece of equipment yet. It's already almost had multiple flights off the balcony, suffice to say, it may be awhile before me and my mac have a civil relationship.
The next day, Lindsey had made plans for us to go ice skating at Bondi beach. I had told her about my past 'ice champion' days and I think she was anticipating a much bigger performance from my end on the ice. (Incidentally Mom, now that I am old enough to appreciate how much effort went in on your part to get up in the wee hours of the morning to drive me to the rink so I could practice before school everyday, I can only say thanks. Thank you very much. It's practically inconceivable to me at this point that ANYTHING, much less the little satan spawn I'm likely to produce, would compel me to get up that early day after day. And Ben, thanks for not complaining too much when you got dragged along for the ride). Anyway, once we got to the rink, it was obvious that the ice capades would not be happening that day, since the rink had a circumference of about 5 feet and they'd managed to jam the entire population of Prussia on it. However, it was beautiful and it was right on the beach, which provided many amazing photo ops. I'd post them here but please refer to the above paragraph if you want to know why that's not going to happen.
After we were done taking copious amounts of photos, we decided to do the Bondi to Bronte walk, which is a trail that leads you from bondi beach to bronte beach. It was beautiful and it was right at sunset but probably the highlight of my evening was when we were walking, (I had my Gators sweatshirt on) and a group of other twenty somethings passed us the opposite direction. A few seconds after they passed, I heard 'Go Gators!' get yelled behind me. I spun around to see a few of them doing the gator chomp. Something about that moment, being so far away from home, but crossing paths with people from UF on the other side of the globe, really hit home to me. I spent the rest of the walk with a slight smile on my face.
So I hope you enjoyed my update. I will try to make my next post a little more interesting (thus will try to have a more interesting life in the interim).
Seeya next time!
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"It takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new. But there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful. There is more security in the adventurous and exciting, for in movement there is life, and in change there is power."
-Alan Cohen
Origins
"Sydney or the bush" equates with such terms as "Hollywood or bust" to mean staking total success or failure on one high-risk event. Given the circumstances surrounding my newest adventure, I felt that this was a quite fitting title for my blog. I've put everything that is comfortable or safe to me on the line; My San Francisco life, my friends, my family, and I'm risking it all for the unknown. I'm nervous, excited, terrified, thrilled, happy and sad all at the same time, and I figured this blog would be a good way to document all that I am going through. (That, and a good way to keep my parents updated in what I'm doing since I'm awful about answering the phone. Hi Mom and Dad!)
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