Tough start

Hi guys!

Sorry I haven's updated in a couple of days, It's been hard with the internet connection and a lot of other stuff, like CSN. Right now when I'm writing, I have no internet either, so I'll post this as soon as I do. Well, Friday I thought was my first real Sydney-dag but the Jet Lag decided that I was supposed to sleep away the whole day and so I did. My came the same evening. It was amazing having that wonderful sun-person stepping inside my hostel room! We went out eating wonderful china food and then I had to sleep again. My crawled up in the other bed in my room. Next day I FINALLY put my fee  in the warm Bondi-sand before I ended up with fever, a soar thought, headache, ache in my body and a cold. Sleep again and I couldn't go the party My went on the same evening. Next day My and I was on the same level = TIRED as old ladies and there and then we decided to do the stores on Oxford street. We walked really slowly and after each stair we had to stop for a while. There were beautifully designed dresses everywhere we went along the street, so I ended up buying one at a vintage store as I realized I would never ever see anything like it again. At another second hand I found a KAP (=swedish word for like treasure). A Rip Curl wet suit for 175 kr!!!!!!!!!!!!! They're normally like (?). Anyway, the shopping day ended up with My and I sitting at a lovely and charming book café.

After that we got our HEAVY bags at the hostel and My dropped me off at Starbucks. From there I sort of never got up and especially not with the help rom a train and a bus as I had planned. I wasn't even relieved when I saw a monkey-sort-of-animal in a tree outside, in the middle of the city, indicating I was sitting in a pretty cool country. I had decided with the swedish girl I would be  staying at, already attending Billy Blue, that I would come around eight. The bags was suddenly way to heavy because of my fever and my knees that I had just “broken” totally after carrying all the bags in the stairs. My phone was “SIM inactive” when trying calling for a cab and I ended up crying at a stone stair after chasing a taxi by myself, my knees and bags and being dropped of with his questions in my head; “So you don't have your mum and dad in Sydney?” “Not any siblings?” “Friends then?” “Totally alone?” “And why do you carry so much stuff?” “You said you don't know the girl you will stay with?” “What? You come here studying and don't have a job?!”. I felt extremely positive after that drive. Never felt smaller. The girl I waited for was unfortunately 45 minutes late from work.

I realized when I sat at that stair crying even more seeing happy loving couples just “haha”:ing everywhere, exactly this moment is one of those tough ones that would come, and that I had looked forward to manage on my own, so therefore I didn't call anyone in my low mindset but managed it anyway. On my own. But with just a little help from the wonderful girl I would start living with just a couple of minutes later.