He sits in a crowded cafe, writing. Writing for whom? He is writing to what? Why? Is it a message to someone? Perhaps he feels it’s tradition? No, he is writing to the universe. He thinks about his yoga instructor in India, Manju. She would sing a meditation chant as they did yoga on the rooftop at dawn. She said the chant was a message, “The universe is knowledge. I have knowledge to give and I do so willingly. Like love, knowledge can only expand and never fade.” He thought the message was for him. It was a call to action: Give Knowledge.
Two posts ago (written over two years back) I explained my reasons for cutting my trip short just shy of my flight to Australia. I explained to my readers how I was satisfied with my travels through Asia and how badly I was ready to return home. I promised myself then that I would make it to Australia one day. Well, I wanted to share the news that yesterday I received notification of my working holiday visa for Australia. So I got the sudden idea to pick up right where I left off with this blog. Chapter 2.
Although I haven’t written, the last two years have been really crazy! I’ve marked a few more countries off of my list of places to see. I went to Egypt. I did an internship at a local lifestyle magazine. I moved to Germany for a while. I have built my coffee knowledge and added some books to my shelf. Honestly, after Asia, I have been putting a lot more focus on trying to actively figure out what I want to accomplish career wise as well as with my personal writing… not very successfully. Looking back on the past three years, it seems like my activities have changed faster than my location, but in retrospect each year has been exciting in it’s own way. My journals are filled with wonderful memories and amazing people. However, now it’s time to put 2016 on the map, picking up where I left off.
I have no plan yet, but my visa allows me to work/study for up to one year, although from my understanding, it’s pretty easy to extend. I am looking into camper vans, working in cafes, Woof’ing, mining jobs, whatever will pay enough and lead to an interesting experience. I am compiling a list of places I want to see and word’s I need to look up. Does anyone know if a chook is a kid or a chicken? I know the word Bogan and I hope no one calls me that. When I was in Asia I had met a lot of young people who were coming or going to Australia on a working holiday visa. It’s a really great opportunity for anyone under the age of 30. I encourage everyone to look into it. Here’s the website.
When asked what my long term goals looked like, I knew I want to get my master’s degree and do a working holiday stay in Australia. Anyone who knows me isn’t surprised one bit by this I don’t think. If I’m being honest, I’m sure everyone is tired of hearing me say that I might postpone school another year. I understand the value of a good job and a successful career, but oh how my brain is still cloudy with wanderlust and youthful impulses.
Now I’m in that preparation stage. It involves more than just watching Muriel’s Wedding. I have to get all of my arrangements in order, but I also have some mental organizing to do before embarking to another country, another continent, and another season. I’m hoping to crack a few posts out about the challenges I’m feeling towards picking up my backpack yet again. Picking up right where I left off is nice in theory, but I want to make it count. I’m still the same old me, but you will have to decipher for yourself the changes in my content and writing style that have occurred since the last entry. I encourage you to come with me to Australia, post by post. I have missed writing about my experiences on a public format. I have definitely missed sharing my photo’s and getting feedback. So please feel free to comment and message me! With your help I hope to hit the ground running with a new chapter in Mad to Travel.
“My goal is this: always to put myself in the place in which I am best able to serve, wherever my gifts and qualities find the best soil to grow, the widest field of action. There is no other goal.”
— Hermann Hesse (Narcissus and Goldmund)