40 More Days
enjoying the beach on an overcast day
I’m sitting at Don’s Tavern. It’s Bond University’s local bar and other dining hall. It is only open Monday- Thursday. Thursday night is its biggest night, and I’ve had a few good times there. Well, one thing it has is a count down timer. It counts, to the second, how many days are left in the semester. Right now, there are 40 more days. Crazy huh? Right now I don’t even live weekend-to-weekend, but day-to-day. I don’t want the time to fly by me, because as the time flies the seasons change and next thing you know I’ll be out of here, through Europe, and finished with my senior year of college. Not that I don’t want to graduate, of course I do… I just want to bide my time until then. Thus, making the most of my day-to-day is essential.
My friends and I have finally solidified our trips for the rest of our tenure here. My, Leigh and I have booked a trip to Melbourne for April 9 – April 14th. In Melbourne we are going to go to Tasmania (hopefully), where the Tasmanian Devil is from. We are also going to try and drive the great ocean road and make our way to see some penguins in Philip’s Island. It’s going to be just Leigh and I in Darwin and we haven’t made out our itinerary just yet. We will be there Easter weekend, and this experience will be quiet a contrast from how I have typically spent my Easters. This weekend I am going to Whitsunday’s to see the Great Barrier Reef and go scuba diving. There are definitely a few great adventures to be had in these next 40 days. I’m happy we have booked these tickets so now I can focus on living as cheaply as possible until I get to Europe.
I still have to finish writing about my experiences at Sydney, I’ve been meaning to but haven’t been as motivated to write.
The weather has been really bad, and I’m worried that I’m going to leave Australia as pale as I got here. Apparently it has been the worst raining season it has been in 50 years. The sun has only come out for an hour each day for the past three weeks. My tan is washing away with the rain, it’s a little sad.
Sitting here waiting for my dinner, looking around the place I’ve called home this “winter”: I’m realizing that I’m going to miss this place. This time.
