Looking over my old posts I’m reminded of what my life used to be like, how I used to think, who I used to be. But things have changed significantly since those were written.
I was living in Adelaide until January last year. My parents took a bit of a holiday to see my cousins in Sydney after I got back from New Years Eve/Day in Melbourne. Dad came home earlier than everyone else, Mum decided to stay in Sydney for an extra week with the kids. I made a call a couple of days before Mum was due to arrive home, to a friend in Melbourne. I asked her if she could pick me up, and she said it was fine.
2am the next morning I was packing everything I owned into her car, whilst Dad was out working. She drove me back to Melbourne, and I stayed with her for a week or so, afterwards moving into what is now my girlfriend’s family’s home for maybe a month. I spent forever trying to get on to centrelink, changing my license, bank accounts, medicare, the whole deal.
Eventually my time of living with and off friends ran out. I moved out into a university student lounge for a couple of days, and then in with one of its students for a couple of weeks. I was looking for work here and there, but nothing was really available, especially not for someone with no stable housing.
I got hooked up with a youth service called Frontyard in the CBD, who couldn’t find me a place to stay. Instead, they sent me to a place called Elizabeth Hostel, where I spent all but 2 of the last 10 months. It was expensive, and they weren’t too great. But the people there were good, and a fair few of the faces that were there had been there longer than I had, and still haven’t left.
It was a bit crazy though. Some of the incidents involved: Gangbangs, stabbings, alleged rape, etc etc. It could get pretty seedy. Cops were always around the joint, you get used to it.
Naturally, loving the freedom that I had for the first time in my life I decided to experiment with all the things I wouldn’t dare do in my parents’ home. I experimented with drugs (to this day I still do on occasion, depending what is on offer), dealt once or twice, and gambled a little.
I met lots of absolutely brilliant people. We had Kyle, a DJ from Canada, was a bartender in a club called Pony in the CBD. Easygoing guy, always drug fucked, but lots of fun to be around. I tended to question his choice in friends though, even if it isn’t my place to judge them. Marcus, an old New Zealander, was funny, a little weird, and really nice. But only when he wasn’t pissed, he couldn’t handle his piss at all. Unfortunately he usually wasn’t. But he was worth diamonds on a good night. On a good night he is the nicest bloke you will ever meet. George, who doesn’t give two shits about anything. At all. If it doesn’t affect him, he doesn’t want to know about it. Spent copious amounts of time playing Peggle, Farmville, and Poker on the computer, and let’s not forget the cigarettes and pot. Okay, I could go on, but that would take forever. It’s time that I wrap this up and go to bed before I start ranting and get this to OVER9000 words.
After all this time working out what *I* wanted to do, I came to a final conclusion. That I wanted to go back to school and finish what I should have been eager to finish a few years ago. To try and get into University despite the fact I spent years talking myself out of it. I’ve found a new home, albeit still looking for one closer to my Institution, I’ve paid for all my materials, and there’s one week till I go back. This year I’m hoping to have a lot more to write about, as this will be where I’ll unload when I can’t concentrate.