I hate U2, well Bono actually and the rest of the poor guys just get lumped in. Why title this after one of their songs? Just seemed appropriate. It's been a couple of weeks of emotional ups and downs. For the most part it's been good but when it gets bad, it's just that.
I got word, though three weeks after the fact, that another one of my friends died while I was over here. This one a car accident. He was 33. I tend to hold my emotions in but this one I couldn't even say out loud without bursting into tears. Though, I apparently did it quite elegantly and left the room in time (hopefully before the ugly cry came out!). It's different when it happens this way and you know that you didn't get that chance to give them the last hug and kiss goodbye. I'm just sad. I've been doing other things to distract but I still sit with a heavy heart. Over-dramatic and sentimental much?
I am in my fourth month into this crazyness here. I don't want to work. My brain knows that I should though because if I don't find something to occupy my time, I'll go into a dark spin of "I don't know what I'm doing here". But, I'm not ready to come home. I do miss my family and friends, but there is nothing pulling me enough to go back there yet.
A good day away from the city found us travelling along the Great Ocean Road on Saturday. The weather was more than we could hope for on a spring day. Sun and warm air. Actually the sun was a bit much in the wrong direction so the shots didn't turn out as good as I could have hoped but I'm a bit too picky when it comes to my photos. Check it out and just imagine how gorgeous this stretch of coastline is. I will be sure to go back a few more times yet.
For now, I search for trips to go on, courses to take or some volunteering opportunities to make themselves evident. If for nothing else than to have people get off my back and not ask me about it for a while. Until next time...
