Lately, I've been given the good fortune of having a few days off and I've actually been able to spend time just sitting at my dining table, with the Sunday papers spread before me and a pot of steaming hot tea.
Just a quick update for those back home, my course is over and I'm waiting to gain admission as a legal practitioner of Victoria and also waiting for my PR application results. Meanwhile, I've got a very badly paid temp job as a paralegal.
Life has this habit of speeding up, then slowing down. And sometimes, like now, I feel like it moves both too quickly and too slowly. Too quickly because I'm hitting an age where I feel like I should have achieved more. Too slowly, because I want the waiting to be done and for the next phase of life to begin.
But...for that one hour on Sunday, I just relaxed, drank tea, laughed at the comic strips and caught up with the news.
I don't know where my life is going...and that's a thought that enlivens and terrifies me at the same time. Mostly, I feel like I'm just fumbling about in the dark, hoping that at some point, I'll feel a door knob and the door will open somewhere good.
Where ever the next door leads though, I just hope for the occasional afternoon where I can just enjoy tea and the Sunday papers.