Well, here we are again: me, sitting in the seat of "I've taken too long to update my blog"; you, sitting in the seat of "yes, you have."
The problem is that I find blogs so dreadfully impersonal. I can articulate whatever nonsense I'm convicted about at the moment and you have to listen. The truth is that I am just so much better at communicating one-on-one through emails and letters. Regardless, I can't write one thousand and some personalized emails however much I would like to and I am against mass emailing, so here we are.
I thought I would open up the windows of our life and give an update to let everyone have a peek inside!
So. We bought a car and it has manual transmission which means I am learning how do drive in the right of the car on the left of the street with my left hand and both feet. How's that for a task! Luckily for me, Australia takes Americans at their word for knowing how to drive and thus I have already procured an open driver's license for myself. Might I add: it takes Australians about three years of training to get an open license and I, with proof of my US license, got it immediately. It took me only six months to get my US license -- all this goes to say, for better or worse, I got to skip out on about 2.5 years of training.
In other news, in the past months I've had some more medical woes and 6 weeks ago I was diagnosed with Poly Cystic Ovarian Syndrome (without the testosterone imbalance) and a severe iron deficiency. I wish I could have told more of you about it while it was happening but the truth is the possibility of being pregnant had me a bit "non compos mentis," if you get my meaning. Anyway, I'm on medication for the iron deficiency - all who are keen to tell me to start eating meat again, feel no need as it wouldn't help my particular case - and I'm at peace about my cyst filled insides. So, that's where we stand now! For those few who knew before, thank you for your support. For all who know now, thank you for your support! I will say this: it has been very hard on me to feel as though I'm degenerating already and at an alarming rate. So, thank you for your prayers.
As it's mid-Winter here, every day is warm and balmy; 75F is the average temperature. I try to spend at least three to four hours daily enjoying the outdoors whether it's for exercise, exploring, time with myself or with Jesus, or otherwise. I love every moment of it. I've spotted sea turtles, I've seen many a giant manta ray leap from the sea as if trying to fly, I've pet many a puppy on the boardwalk. I'm meeting new people all the time and though my preferred milieu doesn't normally align with that of the Antipodean bourgeoisie, I can normally find at least some common ground with everyone. Most times, that common ground is laughing at my wan and out of place complexion that I've somehow managed to maintain even living in North Queensland -- but it's common ground nonetheless and I'm happy to laugh at myself. Plus, like my grandmother always says, I'll be happy when we're 70 and everyone else looks like bacon. Ha!
Just yesterday I met two more of the lifeguards who fearlessly and selflessly patrol the beaches here in town. Their names were Scott and Jeremy, I think, though Jeremy slurred his name a bit and I'm not sure I got it right. Moving on. They told me about how they had to sting themselves with Box Jellies in their lifeguard training, much for the same reasons that police officers in training get tasered. They need to know how it feels and "what a real bugger of a sting looks like." I was in awe at that and said that, as far as lifeguarding around the world went, Australian guards seemed to me to be in a league of their own.
Lastly, I want to tell you all of a particular blessing I have encountered in my time here! Her name is Celia K. When we first moved here last August, I began to feel a decided lack of quality relationships and a decided surplus of vapidity in those I did have. As some of you will remember, I was lonely and sad and altogether unenthused over the prospect of living my life in a country where deep, non-casual, stimulating relationships were not the norm and indeed were seen as awkward (as were those who sought them out) more often than treasured. Ceal, I am delighted to tell you, has completely revolutionized my initial impression of Australians and their preferred method of casually keeping everyone at arm's length. She is hilarious, kind, warmhearted, exceptionally mature, relatable and everything I could ever ask for in a friend. And more importantly than all those other attributes, she laughs at my jokes. At the severe risk of sounding clingy and desperate, I offer this analogy: I felt quite a bit like a diver who had been stuck below the surface for too long and was just offered a delightfully fresh breath of air from an oxygen tank. Seriously, this girl is the friend that I was praying for. Thank you for those of you who have been praying that I would make a strong and quality friendship down here - it has helped SO much in my endeavor to ground myself here. Finding a close friend and kindred spirit has shot me forward in my venture to send my roots into the ground in this country and, I must tell you: I've finally started to feel at home.
Thank you for caring about me and, as always, please email me here if you'd like to chat! God bless and thank you for your support.
Much love, Anna (and Aaron!)
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