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2/12/2004


Leaping into the Unknown. 

Currently listening to: 'Anna Begins' - Counting Crows.

Its never really occurred to me what a enormous leap it was for me move to Australia. To a place I did not know my way around, or know anyone except for Luke, with no place to permanently live and nothing more than $300 in my pocket till I found a job - if I found a job - thats a big risk to take for an 18 year old who didnt even graduate from high school. To leave everything that was familar to me and leap into the unknown; when I think about it now I can't even believe I did it.

At some point I've had to be independant and grow up - fast. This was largely contributed by my father who made me get a job at 15 and pay my own way through high school. I always envied the other kids at school who could just freely ask their parent for things, and then receive it: "Mom I need $20 for the movies." or "Dad I need $50 for clothes". For me its always been: "if you want something, you pay for it." and this applied to most of my school needs as well. The only things my father ever really provided for me is a roof over my head, and one meal a day. Things have never been easy, but I coped and well, I guess you just get over it. Am I bitter about it? I was. But now I know I wouldn't of been able to accomplish as much as I have if I hadn't been made to stand on my own two feet so early on. Its as the saying goes: "What ever doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger."

I left high school halfway through the last year of graduation mainly because school was boring for me and I wasn't even trying. I decided that I would work fulltime and try and save up enough money to move to Australia to be with Luke. So thats what I did: I got a job and left school.

I guess thats when my true journey of independance began. I left home at 17. I moved in with a friend and his family, paid board and worked at saving money towards my plane ticket to Australia. I can't remeber the exactly what I was thinking at the time, all I knew is that I had to leave with utmost urgency - the sooner the better. When I made enough money I went out and brought that one way ticket, packed up and left - I've never looked back.

Nowadays not much has changed. I still have to work to support myself, but after 2 years of being here I was able to be naturalised and get a government loan for university. Now I have my own place, own my own car, and have two adorable furbabies who are like children to me. I think about it now and I can't believe I've managed it this far. I dont know where it came from or how I did it, all I know is that I've made that step into the unknown and I've come out on top. Now I don't think I'll ever be truely afraid to take a chance like that again.

"I can do anything through Him who gives me strength." Philippians 4:13





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