mid winter

As my friends and family celebrated Juhannus in Finland, with practically no night at all, here in down under we had the shortest day of the year. It didn’t feel too unbearable (in fact I didn’t even know about it): yesterday was the opening of my new job place, Laneway Greens. After the opening shift I was ‘pretty’ tired and decided to indulge in a bubble bath, followed by 11hrs of solid sleep. Oh boy I needed that sleep!

I have finally managed to find myself a home, one where I don’t have to share everything with 6 Italians or go to my closet of a room through someone else’s bedroom. Getting here a week ago was an interesting adventure, one I hope will never have to happen again. I am happy in Southbank, within walking distance to the city, to work and to all trams and trains. Couldn’t have asked for more (besides a jacuzzi and a gym with free weights, but the outdoors pool in the courtyard will make do).

Shortest day of the year, view from the balcony.
Shortest day of the year, view from the balcony.

Usually midsummer is the time for de-stressing and relaxing, and I must admit that after the past few weeks’ of homelessness and uncertainty with the new work, life is getting on it’s tracks. I have felt way better and more relaxed because of the lovely people and excellent classes at YogaXTC. If I still lived in South Yarra, I would definitely not let go of this gem! Now I need to find new exercise routines, luckily I have some options lined up already.

The best mat sessions.
The best mat sessions.

This winter (HA!) has been the easiest of my life. This afternoon after going grocery shopping in South melbourne market, we had a cup of coffee and laughed about the fact that it is the dead of winter, and it’s 13 degrees and sunny – Better mid winter weather than mid summer weather back home! I can totally handle this. Finland makes one tough.

City view from Northcote, Sunday strolling to my favorite foodstore.
City view from Northcote, Sunday strolling to my favorite foodstore.
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The Hunt

When on The Hunt, one might find themselves hungry, desperate and failing time and again, just to get back on track and try all over again. Sometimes the bounty isn’t what expected, on other occasions the hunter’s carefully aimed arrows miss the target several times in a row. Even when you think you’ve finally hit the jackpot and can now rest peacefully, there is something that goes wrong in the very last minute. This hunt is not only about skills, but also includes luck, sneakiness and subtlety of a ninja as well as very low morals when it comes to catching the prey. Friends, I am talking about renting (share) houses.

It is 5 am and I am sleepless lying on the most uncomfortable and smelly mattress in a shoebox of a room across the street from the main train station of Melbourne. This is not a crack joint, but after my 3 hours of shallow sleep it might just as well be: I am escaping to greener pastures in an hour, sneakily transporting my belongings to the proper apartment with a decent sized bed, no one sleeping in the living room and no share rooms that I scored just last night. The last 3 weeks of househunting have been filled with disappointments, repeating conversations, countless emails and hours of waiting to hear back from places just to be rejected because they chose a friend, someone who could sign a year’s lease (crazy!), or whatever else instead.

One night last week I found myself in a situation of being rejected from both of my preferred apartments, and things started to look gloomy. I took the last opportunity I could come up with: ‘potential short term stay’ in a ‘penthouse’ (is that what they call the top floor nowadays?) in a building with a ‘gym’ (aka room with a bike and a mirror) in the city, the location of writing this post. Luckily signing the lease had a few days delay, so I had time to look around and re-assess my options. 

Everything happens for a reason. I was also pretty damn close to moving in to a house with a snake (the nightmares of the snake were a healthy sign of self defence), and avoided an apartment with no furniture as well as one that was outside temperature and cost 210 dollars a week. I am ready to start a new phase of my Melbourne adventures, along with the new job starting in 2 days. Lucky for me, I can walk to work from home! Pictures coming up.