Waiting for My Second Australia Working Holiday Visa
I’ve been living at my parents for a while now. Well, 6 weeks. But it feels like a while.
I go to yoga at 9:30 am during the weekdays. I go to my favorite coffee shop for an iced matcha on oat milk while college students sit on their laptops and adults in business suits host meetings. Then I go home and do what I feel like doing that day.
This can be planning another workout class for the afternoon. Watching one of the four television shows I rotate through. Laying in bed staring at the wall or scrolling through TikTok and reading my own YouTube comments. Brainstorming ways I can make myself more productive. Making plans to visit my aunt or friends.
Everyday is different. I make it that way. I’d go stir crazy otherwise. I’ve had my moments of low and my moments of high.
High:
Sitting outside while the trees were in peak foliage
Admiring the quiet of my surroundings
Hugging my mother
Laughing with my father
Calling my sisters
Spending time alone
Working on my health
Low:
Being bored
Feeling lost
Sadness creeping in
Filtering through various directions my life could go from here
I actually don’t want to go on about the lows anymore, you get it.
I am starting to teach myself how to focus on the highs. I used to hate putting in effort to do such a thing, because it made my happiness feel too manufactured.
It may be another 6 weeks and I will know if I am going to Australia. When. Or I may have no idea. I may be looking at other options and life paths. I was so sure, and now I am not. And I don’t know how my mood today is affecting those life ideas and choices.
Well, that’s all for today.