Despite the sting in my left foot (a byproduct of wearing shoes a tad too small for a tad too long a time, during a recent vacation to Tasmania), despite the peach-fuzz tickle along my throat (it’s winter-time, prepare to feel less awesome than the Darya-ye Noor Diamond would, if it had feelings), it was hard not to smile about life’s circumstances.
See, today marks 5 years that I’ve been in Australia. 5 years in which I’ve had time enough for love*, work and travel. After all, who can say with the kind of perfect ease that comes to naturally to me, that they not ony like their job, but in fact, love it. And who can say that they have the best kind of friends surrounding them? You know, the kind who are a bit mad, crazy, colourful, eccentric, loving, patient and who truly are a second family. And who can say that they have an excellent boss and co-workers who, during an anniversary lunch, awesomely presented me with a plaid baseball that says ‘Kangaroo Australia’ (yes, I love plaid).
Well, I can say that. So, thanks Australia. You’re pretty awesome. And I’m never, ever leaving.
*Today’s obligatory scifi reference. Just for you.