Three weeks to change zones

Three weeks, my how time has flown. It went from Groundhog Day in Melbourne to new adventures in London.

The plane over was a disaster. I took the sleep initiative to drop a 10mg Temazapan sleeping tablet however it didn’t work. So I ordered a glass of red.. and I was still wide awake. I watched Philomena (start of tears, 4.5 spuds, quick synopsis: Mean Christian nuns take illegitimate kids from their mothers, sell them and then refuse to tell them where they are, mother spends whole life looking for child) and then started another movie with another glass of red- the book thief (5 spuds, more tears- no spoilers, just watch it). Somewhere thereafter through the tears and lack of air I needed to jump from the window seat over the two people next to me to vomit. Disaster. Thankfully I made it to the toilet and saved some grace. I must say the old couple next to me were very compassionate and understanding and the flight attendants’, particularly the pretty buxom one called ‘Angel’ was specifically brilliant. After a 1.5hr stopover in Qatar, the worlds most bizarre and packed airport, I then sat in my place- thankfully an exit seat. The worried and most thoughtful flight attendant brought me a coke before we took off and it did the trick. I proceeded to watch another film about Mohammad Ali which was a great documovie that followed the progress of his court case when he declined to enter Vietnam war. 

I was greeted after some significant travel by my gorgeous, lovely, caring, considerate friend Kellie TeOka with whom I am staying for the interim. Upon opening my suitcase i found that i'd packed my travel sickness pills in my checked luggage. Note to self- this is not ideal!!!

I’ve settled in to ye old London town quite well. I attended my first ever Rugby Union game which was exciting. I still don’t get it, nor will I get in to it. But it was great viewing for something different. The rugby ground is under a Heathrow Flight path so the 90sec gap between planes landing was enough to keep me enthralled throughout the game.

Finally we went out in Richmond with a bunch of new friends. All were lovely and all made me feel very welcome, although one can be typified by Laura’s favourite word- ‘beast’, she loved to grind, and was very entertaining.

The first weekday has been busy, the start of the interviews and some time to myself to think about the short term goals. I’ve taken the opportunity to move in with a friend next week in a house in Twickenham. It’s much further out than I want to be in long term but for the short term it’s perfect, rent is cheaper, I have a space to call my own and I don’t yet have a job so the bonus of not having to pay bond is a god send. I’m losing 50/50 at the moment, or so I’m told, so the less I have to transfer to start off with; the better. Plus ‘Ollie’ my new housemate is the gayest straight man ever. He is such a hoot. If I were selling him I would say he is typical English, except for the fact he has spent a significant portion of his life in Aus, he dresses like a superstar, he is clean, loves to cook and likes listening to beyonce. He also drives and sells electric BMWs in Kensington which should work out premium getting in and out of town seeing as though Twickenham seems like the other side of the universe. Lucky he is awesome! I’ve super enjoyed my time with Kellie although it is hard for me trying to adjust to suitcase living which is why the move next week will be so significant. Also it will give me the option to focus on getting a job, once that is done; I can then look in to moving closer.

Today I ventured to my/ Bianca/ Petties’s old haunt- Holland park. I was supposed to view a room, and then when I walked to the address I noticed it was the ghetto estate of Holland Park and I then made the decision to formally notify Oliver of my wise choice to become houseys. Apart from the ghetto, it was great to be there and have some time at Westfield. I have already broken a promise to myself (not to buy anything until I get a job) and purchased a canary yellow skater dress for £19. I couldn’t help it; I looked amazing in the mirror. Then as I left Westfield some dude approached me about modelling, I laughed and walked to Hammersmith. It would be less funny if I didn’t go the wrong way and end up walking a ridiculously long way then boarding a bus to hammer town as a broken footed woman.

Anyhow, my back is sore, and I’m tired.

Peace.