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Published: March 19th 2011
Well, it’s been a mental few months, full of highs, lows and planes. I know I am going to do my trip to the UK a dis-service by writing about it months after it happened but if you were there you already know how brilliant and if you were not you probably heard me go on about it. I left Townsville in a blaze of glory/ despair and made my flight by a cats whisker. I then had every day filled by friends, family and drama in the UK. Thanks to my family for their beaming faces when I walked out of arrivals, everyone who made the effort to come to the party, or took the day off just to hang out. 3 weeks was not long enough but I managed to pack in visiting half the country, family and friends. I heard about engagements, attended a wedding, felt the baby bumps, looked jet set chatting with Fo about living abroad, laughed til my stomach hurt and sobbed about the unfairness of distance after memorable days out. If you have not already seen the pics on Facebook I have added some on here.
My first bit of fun was surprising
Fo at a lunch with her friends. Heads turned as I walked beaming into one of Jakes bars and Fo clocked me, screaming loudly and bursting into tears as she did not think she was going to see me for another week! I was in jet lag land so had a beer than Nat had to take me home before my head hit the table. After a surreal evening catching up with Reg for the first time in two years I jumped onto a coach to London to see my Plymouth uni housemate Rob get married. I had to sneak into the church as the taxi driver could not find the church but I got to see the vows and Robs wife for the first time. The weather and venue was gorgeous, I watched the British melt in the heat while I smugly hung out in the sunshine with my other uni mate Andy and his gorgeous wife Miranda (Scotting – did you any photos)?
Then followed a standard tradition of a trip to Rhiwfelen, the ‘not quite our’ cottage in Wales. Nothing beats the familiar smells of the house or the sounds of my family chatting downstairs. Of
course, the most common noise when we have been there the last few years is Dad and Tom using power tools but they did manage to get a couple of days of chill out time. Tom, Laus and I decided on one rainy day to abseil into an abandoned mine and wonder around. Tom managed to get lost a few minutes as he wondered into the main mine when Dad was at the entrance calling us out but other than then that it was all very safe and interesting.
I trotted back to Bristol for a couple of days for sitting in pubs with old mates. I felt like a parrot telling my life story of the last year about a hundred times but I appreciate the interest! I would like to apologise to the people I only got a few minutes with, especially at the party but just having you there was enough for me.
I did epically fail to achieve two things when I was there, finding out about my job (more on that later) and finishing my uni work. One has been sorted, the other one has finally made it to my supervisor. As it
has taken me so long to write this I have finally handed in my thesis and am free of the shackles of university. Work is going fine. I have met some nice people and every job is a new experience. I have managed to not humiliate myself yet but I am not the fastest person at writing in the team due to my ever present lack of self confidence in these situations. Since I have started at Worley Parsons I am the ‘go to’ person if the more experienced people have things that need finishing and they don’t have the time but as long as I have a template to copy I work the hours and deliver the goods. It has been a shift for the people that work there as so many new people have started and it has gone from 3 guys chatting about everything to the need for some proper structure and management. The team and management are young and accommodating as long as you put the hours in. I have had some long days, getting home to bed to get up early and start all over again but, hey, that’s what you get paid for right?
So I have been doing my best to settle but am missing the east coast lot and still feel like that’s where I should be. Although I live on the beach, earn good money and am in the rare position of earning immediately out of a masters so I can’t complain.
My time in Perth started well. Work put me up in a serviced apartment in town and it took 60 seconds to get to work. Dan, the friend from my undergrad days who got me the job invited to a weekend away in the wine region as soon as I got here where we did a wine tour, followed by a festival at another winery with my new housemates a week or so later which was great fun. I danced in the sunshine all day and met lots of doctors in ‘the group’. The West Coast folk are a bit weird when it comes to making friends, as my Uncle Pete warned me was the case, always being friendly but never wanting to be your friend. My housemate Dan, who lives here for 2 weeks and spends the other 2 weeks in Sydney for work ended up at
the casino after stripping off on a hens do bus for no apparent reason. Legend! I did go back to the East Coast for my old housemate and good friend Ades 30th. He combined it with his friend Leigh, who is also awesome and we rented two apartments on the Gold Coast. Cue catching up, debauchery and an accidental staggering into an old couples apartment to politely use the bathroom. So much to tell you, so little time….
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