The Big Whinge

I've not had the inspiration to write for a while now...just been feeling too tired and lethargic. In fact, that is how I have been feeling towards a lot of things lately. I get bored easily. This year has been too easy...Wanted Australian PR, received it; wanted a Master degree, earned it; wanted a driving license, got it; wanted to get married, did it; wanted a full-time job, found it........these endeavours were supposed to keep me occupied for the whole year!..now everything has happened too fast and left me wondering...what's next?!

I tried buying a house a few weeks back. House hunting kept me going for a while but I got sick dealing with temperamental housing agents and delusional home owners...not to mention all the precious weekends and petrol money I've wasted driving around looking at some very hideous houses. It was too draining. So, I've cooled down my search for a house in Australia and I've applied for a HDB flat in Singapore instead. It was much easier. It took me 12 minutes to fill the form online.

Then came the never ending "I'm going to do a PhD" saga. I applied to Griffith University and thought that would solve my boredom issues. I used to get a small kick walking to the front of my complex to check the mailbox...it has been a while and I've not gotten any response from them yet...so I have sort of given up and lost the 'kick'. Bloody Australian Universities!! I bet if I was an international money churning cash cow of a student (like I used to be), they would have sent me an over-hyped congratulatory offer letter weeks ago with a free "I Love Griffith Uni" ruler.

I'm getting bored of Australia. Don't get me wrong...I still maintain it is a gorgeous country and opportunities for growth are endless...but I miss having my loved ones around me. Talking on the phone a couple of weeks is not enough. Other people sustain me...I thrive on the energy of others. I need to live in an environment where I feel the pulse of the daily rituals of people I'm farmiliar with. I miss having friends as housemates...I miss the drama, the arguments, the scandals and the gossips. Even more than that, I miss living with my family...just the small things like the lingering smell of smoke in my parents' bathroom after my father has a hushed cigarette.

I need a move...which is what I'm going to do next year when I join Saras in New Zealand...I'm really looking forward to that...where I won't sit at home alone on a Saturday night craving for Indian food and wishing there was someone to go out to dinner with. Till then, I'll whine and hopefully, you'll patronise me.

Kartik