Thursday, 7 April 2011

Stretching My Wings Out

You'll all be able to relate to this one. You're new in town. You don't know anyone but somehow everyone knows you. How does that even work?

So the story goes on. I've moved to Port Lincoln with my mum. We've moved into a unit , she's loving life and i feel like a part of me has being ripped out of my body and is being dragged everywhere i go. Homesick. We all know what that feels like?! The worst thing is. This was my new home, so how could i be homesick. It's the worst feeling in the world. Mabey that's dramatising it a little to much. It still feels shocking.

As the weeks went by, faces started becoming familiar, i landed a job as a waitress at one of the 3 Hotels in the town and things started to feel good again. I was making friends, meeting new people and actually enjoying being away from Adelaide. I was invited to a party , where i met to many people,  had to many names to remember and the only way to get over the fear of knowing no one was to GET DRUNK! So that's what i did. Thankyou, Nikita , for being so welcoming. Without you this story wouldn't be able to be told the way it is right now. Actually, this was the night i met my boyfriend. He was the hottie i was checking out on Facebook before i even knew who he was. Creepy hey, that's just weird Maria.

So moving was hard. Making new friends wasn't so hard. I ended up loving my job, absolutely loving Port Lincoln and had the best couple of months of my Life. At the end of January i left. I question myself everyday why i left. . . I found someone who i couldn't stop thinking about. I found someone who scared the daylights out of me because i never indended to let myself feel this way because i knew that i was leaving. I think alot of people my age would have taken the easier option and stayed, fallen in love and probably of never of left. So, i'm head over heels for this guy. He's the eggs to my bacon and hopefully knows that.

January 29th, i left Port Lincoln and Moved to the Tropics, DARWIN NT.

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