Coincidentally, I found out that on the exact same day one year ago, I applied for the exact same role for last years intake. Wow, what are the chances of that haha!
I was turned down for the job last time. Second time lucky I hope?
What a story that would be to tell my kids.
Tuesday, 25 March 2014
Tuesday, 18 March 2014
Time waits for no one
At 7am this morning my phone alarm dutifully roused me from my sleep with its delightful music, signalling the start of another work week. As I scrambled for my phone to shut it down, my eyes by chance glanced at the date-
17 March 2014.
Despite it being a Monday morning and having only had 6 hours sleep the previous night, my brain somehow managed to do a series of complex logarithmic calculations which led to the final deduction of a single, raw, undeniable, ugly fact: its exactly one month away from my 23rd birthday.
What the fuck. What the actual fuck.
That can't be right. I must still be half asleep. I must really need that coffee.
I can't be nearly 23 years old. I couldn't believe it. I refuse to believe it.
The sudden realisation that time waits for no one was a real wake up call to me (no pun intended).
It seems that for the past year and a half or so, I have been so absorbed in moving forward that I forgot to stop, take stock of my life, and look back on how far I have come.
It's as if I have been in a trance all this time, and finally awoke one day to find that I am living in a strange place surrounded by strange faces, and that I am no longer young.
I suddenly felt extremely nostalgic and sentimental. I began to miss all my friends in NZ and reminisce about the good times that we used to have. One moment we were all happily hanging out in IC0 or having dinner, going karaoke and playing pool, and the next everyone is in different places doing different things. It's as if in the blink of an eye, we have all been teleported into the real world and forced into adult roles.
I know this all sounds stupid, because I know there were times during last year when days felt like years, when time passed by painfully slow as I laboured away on assignments. But for some reason, looking back now, the past 5 years of uni seemed to just flash by.
As much as I am enjoying the adult life now, I really do miss those years, for whatever they were worth. Sure, i was a fucking idiot at times, but I even feel nostalgic about that idiotic naivety and innocence (or ignorance) which I have lost.
Living on my own for the past year has forced me to grow up faster than I would have liked to. In my drive to make something of myself, it seems as if I have become alienated from many of my friends. Of course this is in a large part associated with me being in another country. But nonetheless, recently I am increasingly feeling like I have lost touch with people that I used to know so well. Sure, I have many friends in Melbourne now, and even some of my Auckland friends are moving here. But I really miss the friendships and good times that I used to have.
It sounds kinda cliched I know, but its the cruel reality of nature. People change. Lives change. Nothing is ever static. Even if i wanted to stop everything right now and try to go back to the past, I cant. Time waits for no one.
17 March 2014.
Despite it being a Monday morning and having only had 6 hours sleep the previous night, my brain somehow managed to do a series of complex logarithmic calculations which led to the final deduction of a single, raw, undeniable, ugly fact: its exactly one month away from my 23rd birthday.
What the fuck. What the actual fuck.
That can't be right. I must still be half asleep. I must really need that coffee.
I can't be nearly 23 years old. I couldn't believe it. I refuse to believe it.
The sudden realisation that time waits for no one was a real wake up call to me (no pun intended).
It seems that for the past year and a half or so, I have been so absorbed in moving forward that I forgot to stop, take stock of my life, and look back on how far I have come.
It's as if I have been in a trance all this time, and finally awoke one day to find that I am living in a strange place surrounded by strange faces, and that I am no longer young.
I suddenly felt extremely nostalgic and sentimental. I began to miss all my friends in NZ and reminisce about the good times that we used to have. One moment we were all happily hanging out in IC0 or having dinner, going karaoke and playing pool, and the next everyone is in different places doing different things. It's as if in the blink of an eye, we have all been teleported into the real world and forced into adult roles.
I know this all sounds stupid, because I know there were times during last year when days felt like years, when time passed by painfully slow as I laboured away on assignments. But for some reason, looking back now, the past 5 years of uni seemed to just flash by.
As much as I am enjoying the adult life now, I really do miss those years, for whatever they were worth. Sure, i was a fucking idiot at times, but I even feel nostalgic about that idiotic naivety and innocence (or ignorance) which I have lost.
Living on my own for the past year has forced me to grow up faster than I would have liked to. In my drive to make something of myself, it seems as if I have become alienated from many of my friends. Of course this is in a large part associated with me being in another country. But nonetheless, recently I am increasingly feeling like I have lost touch with people that I used to know so well. Sure, I have many friends in Melbourne now, and even some of my Auckland friends are moving here. But I really miss the friendships and good times that I used to have.
It sounds kinda cliched I know, but its the cruel reality of nature. People change. Lives change. Nothing is ever static. Even if i wanted to stop everything right now and try to go back to the past, I cant. Time waits for no one.
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