Day 1: Here fishy fishy fishy

I wish I had more fucking money.

At the end of my first day in Australia, I feel as though I have accomplished nothing, yet want to do everything and cannot make up my mind. I have been bombarded with choices ever since I landed, and every time a decision is made, more choices arise for me to ponder over. There are thousands of tours, hundreds of day trips, and dozens of multi-day sight seeing adventures at my finger tips, thanks to the travel desk at the hostel where I am staying, and as much as I want to tackle every single excursion, I cannot.

Because I don’t have enough fucking money.

Would you like to join a four wheel drive tour of the outback? Yes. Go to a five day surfing camp? You bet. Learn to scuba dive in the great barrier reef? Hell yes! Well than, fork over your entire life savings and we’ll have you back in Sydney next week! Screw the fact that you’ll be broke for the last four months of your trip and have a good time!

I expect most of these quandaries will pass once I get more settled and adjusted to my new life. Finding a job will provide some much needed stability, not to mention the income to make these grand adventures possible, but even finding a job is tricky. Do I find a place to settle in and then hit the job search, or do I prioritize shelter before income? What if I have to leave Sydney to find work? Imagine being a goldfish, living in a tiny bowl swimming in circles all day. Now imagine being that goldfish, and being dropped in the ocean one day. You’re stuck in your circle swimming mindset, but there’s a shark with dollar signs in his eyes who is watching you swim in circles, waiting nearby so he can eat your bitch ass.