Apr 24, 2006
Apr 24, 2007
Later with clean clothes and a full belly I sit on the couch reading my book. I've even applied for a few jobs today so it ended up being rather productive. One temp agency called me right away for an interview which is very promising. As I sit there I hear a familiar voice and look over my shoulder into the kitchen. Marie!!!!!! I scream with delight and race over. She meets me half way and we hug. Like a sappy movie. Marie was my good friend at the Coolabah during my last stay. She was the one to invite me out to the rugby that first day and we instantly clicked. Shortly after I left she also went on a country barmaid adventure with the same company that sent me off. While we were away we sent occasional e-mails but she her internet was very expensive so they were short and infrequent. We both knew that the other would be heading to the Coolabah once we were done, but weren't sure that we would actually met up. From our screaming reunion everyone in the hostel could tell we were thrilled to see each other again. We immediately made Reagan switch her into my dorm room; luckily she had literally just rocked up and could change rooms quickly. We headed into a quiet corner to catch up on our lives over the last 2 months. Finally I feel like I am happy to be in Perth and that I belong here!
My first full day back in Perth and I feel so lost and alone. After an exhausted nights sleep I stumbled from bed not knowing what to do next. I need to find food, do laundry, e-mail and maybe apply for a couple jobs. But I couldn't seem to think of what to do first. The nice Irish girl in my room suggested I make a list and together we decided that maybe heading downtown to do internet and get coffee would be the best way to start. Lord knows I'm not much good without coffee. It is such a strange feeling being back at the Coolabah. I had been gone almost 2 months and yet everything seems the same. While many of the people who I was friends with during my short stay are now gone, there are still some familiar faces. The Coolabah really is one of those places you can lose time in. As I wander the streets of Perth I feel so disorientated and confused. The plan had been to stay here and work, maybe find a room in a flat. Experience city life for a while. But I feel uneasy and want to leave. The desire to take off was overwhelming and yet I did not know where I want to go. Or even why I want to go. I sit down and write some pleading e-mails to friends. "Help! I'm lost and confused" I cried. Khoa immediately responds with a sweet e-mail and sends telepathic support across the ocean to me. I remember that I had felt this way a few times before, usually after a long day of travelling. Like a small child when I am overtired I get extremely cranky and easily overwhelmed. Funny how my instinct is to leave wherever I am . . . where am I trying to go? My first impulse is always to run, even if I don't know where to run to.