Since watching the sequels of The Lord of The Ring, I opened my eye to aspire about going abroad, to have a sense of a new atmosphere, to open my horizon about other culture and people, and most importantly to prove the dream I had in mind. That aspiration was real then — backed up by a myriad of patients and persistence started to win a small championship or even joined a member from a reputable membership. Since then, I secured a grant from my home university to do an exchange program to Australia. Yikes!. I got there since the life I run in college was quite balance.
Talking about Australia a.k.a Aussie or OZ in short was the first country my life could bring its body and mind in. My city was Melbourne positioned as ‘the most liveable city in the world” in which mere little bad things go around the city. Overall, you can find serendipity living here.
I landed there and stepped my feet on September 7th, 2015, and it was spring. Never had I experienced a true cold where its wind killed my nerve and all its systems. It pricks me out. I lived in Elmhurst 48 road, Blackburn, Melbourne, by the way.
My house was very simple yet full oh waves of laughter. I run my life there with a high school sister — Eliza and my hosted parents, Stephen Maher and Kaylene. They were all so generous to me, guiding me in every single thing I did there, even gave their hand to make me developed in terms of gaining English. Frankly speaking, this third language is so freaking me out and I am still lame compared to most of my friends in college where they already showed outstanding performances by publishing journals, books, even working as a professional translator, hell yeah, I just got lucky enough to be here.
Then I also have a brother who is younger than me in age but more mature emotionally, his name Alexandra, a cool man who always accompanied me to go traveling and taught me patiently how to play Frisbee.
There is also Connie, my real sister. She never being tired in teaching me about English and how to pronoun it by the way Australian people speak, to be honest, Australian’s accents really drive me to nuts: look how /dey/ becomes /dai/ and “sandal” to be “thong” and it’s so funny to be heard.
Well, nothing I could brag about without posting some pictures, I do believe those below will tell you everything, telling how life is vey very and very comfortable there.
Figure 1. A flock of birds looked for the reflection, wait, it’s not. They searched for the sun rays. Located in the Yarra River, is the main district where most people probably would spend their hectic day to rest a bit. I coincidentally , yes by chance, took these creatures as if thinking how wonderful and peaceful life has to offer in Melbourne, all living creatures here converged one another.
Figure 2. Random pics yeah. On top in the left hand. Me. watching the birds festival. At the bottom left was me also! enjoying a miracle of life it has in the secluded area yet becoming the most tourist destination. I was standing in the off-shore of The Twelve Apostles, Great Ocean Road. And the big illustration in the right hand was me! with the hosted parent I would respect the most.
That’s a glimpse of a story of mine and I hope everyone has their one page of life to be told, too. I do believe in the power of persistence and painstakingly sweating for the efforts. If compared myself to other friends, as I mentioned above, I am just a tiny shattered glass, but I have a belief, hard work. The power of dream has derived me to be here.
I AM WAITING FOR YOU STORIES THEN!!!
Journalist in the making 