G’day, g’day…. and how you goin’?
G’day, g’day…. and how you goin’?
Can you believe that it has been 10 months since I left Canada and entered paradise? I sure as hell can’t. Time really does fly when you have fun hey.
So? What has happened since I stepped in dog shit? Well, I am glad that you asked.
I was feeling like shit.
I wasn’t feeling Australia anymore. I wasn’t sure if I wanted sponsorship. I didn’t know if I liked work. I didn’t even know if work liked me for that matter. I had no one to talk to about this in Sydney. I didn’t have Chua (my old flatty) or Michelle (my previous flatty) or Sue (my travelling mate) to talk to. It was just shit. I reckon I was probably feeling a combination of many things. One, I was no longer travelling. I was working. Ugh. (I am not asking for sympathy here - but you know what I mean… when you come back from holidays, the last thing you want to do, is come back to work!) And secondly I think for the first time in 10 months, I felt… dare I say it?… I felt
HOME SICK.
I missed my mom, I missed my dad, I missed my sister, I missed my dog, I missed my friends, I missed my family. I even missed the weather. Actually, who am I kidding?! I would miss chicken pox before I miss the cold weather in Canada! Ha!
So, needless to say, I was in a bit of a quandary. To put it simply - I was in a rut. Then something happened on Facebook, that would change everything. I got a message from two mates. One from one of my brother’s best mates - Elliott. And the other from Eileen and Donald Presto - cousins. (Well, not really, but it’s heaps easy to say that they are my cousins as opposed to actually explaining HOW I really know them!) Both messages were the same:
Dear Mark, I am coming to Sydney. Want to meet?
My answer was a resounding - HELL YA! And like that - poof - my depression became a thing of the past. Mark was back in the game.
My cousin Venette and I, when we were living in Vancouver, prided ourselves on the tours that we gave to our guests when visiting us. I was going to continue that legacy here in Sydney. I was going to make Venette proud. So, as soon as I found about my future guests, I put together a little something something so that by the time Elliott, Eileen and Donald came to Sydney, I would blow them away with the complete sights and sounds of this beautiful city.
The new pictures in my album should attest to that. They are gone now, but, having them here for that short period of time meant a lot to me. Being away from home for this long is hard, but seeing familiar faces here in Oz, is worth it all.
To my friends and family back home… I miss you heaps. Now stop being cheap buggers and pay the two grand to get your asses down here to see my depressed, sorry arse.
Man, I hate you. You almost made me cry and you almost made me think you were coming back to the T-dot. Shiet! If I win the lottery anytime soon, I will fly my cheap-ass down to sydney ok? I better get a helluva tour!
hi ninong! miss you! me lub you! take care! see soon!
he really says that eh! the boys are all growns up now! hopefully one day we can hang out again… one day soon!! and hey… if you make it down to windsor.. i can give you a wicked ass tour too!!
Hey Mark
Love the new photos!
I felt so sad when I just read your last entry…call me anytime for a chat!! I know we are on opposite ends of the world right now, but still thinking of you and keep smiling!
As soon as I have my finances sorted Im coming over to oz : 0
Off to see Di & John this weekend in Scotland..cant wait! any messages?
xx
You suck a heap of dog shit….Grrrreat, so now your happy that you’ll get to see some familiar faces. Everyone STOP going to Austrailia…it costs a fortune. They have the worlds most deadliest insects. Your guaranteed a shark will bite you in the ass….and Mark will never come back if you visit!!!! Come back Mark. Didn’t your visa expiry?
i’m most offended because as i was reading i expected you to say your were happy because i’m coming. u bastard. i’m selling my ticket on ebay.
Dear Abby
I have a friend named Mark who is having an identity crisis. He’s asian but thinks he’s white and is canadian but for some reason, thinks he’s australian. we’ve developed a bit of a language barrier and his words like ‘flatties’ and ‘mate’ and ‘how are you goin’ confuses people. He also has a bad habit of stepping in dog shit. How do I tell him that he has a shoe full of shit and that he’s canadian, not australian??
I’m so bored of this post. New one please
Oh I forgot to ask you.. What the hell does “quandary” mean? Where are you learning all these new words?
Mark,
Geat site that you are keeping and I can never thank you enough for hosting Eileen and I last September, your hospitality is first rate. We especially treasure the Manly Beach times. I guess you just got back from Canada? Hope your trip was fruitful. Currently, I am in Waco, Texas w/ guess who? Eileen and the kids are in Virginia Beach w/ my folks but she will come see me in Chicago soon. We will be seeking your cousins in the Windy City. Till next time….
Don