Life update in April 2022.

 Well things have certainly changed since I last came here.

I now work for a radiology company.  And have somehow managed to acquire a boss who wants me to succeed, make money and share business ideas with me.  This is very very interesting and not how I thought life would be. 

Here I am, sitting in day 3 of isolation, and I'm thinking of making a digital product.  I have 4 more days of complete loneliness until I have to go back and face the real world.  Which I actually do not want to do.  I'm 1.5 years late on the whole WFH home thing, but it's SO GREAT.  And to have a decent income and not have to work super hard? 

No, that's terrible.  

The 30 thing still bothers me.  I'm actually turning 31 this year - WHAT THE FUCK - but after hanging out with older people (people from CPC) last weekend, it doesn't feel as scary.  

I wonder if hanging out with Es has made me want a husband more.  It's funny.  Now that I'm fully stuck in isolation with a full time job, sick leave etc, it doesn't really make me want to move or see other people.  I just want to hit six figures in my savings account, which won't happen for a while. 

I also want to invest.  And start a business.  And find a husband.  And start a family? 

I HATE working for other people.  Definitely need to be an entrepreneur. 

I am turning 30.

Sooo.  It's finally here. 

It is the last day of my 20's.

I sit here, writing this at 5:55 (it just turned 55) pm on a Sunday night, conscious of the fact that I am starting my new decade on a Monday.  I mean, what are the chances? 

It's a lock down birthday, which means I am celebrating at home, by myself.  Having lived on my own for the past three years, it oddly seems fitting and even really nice that I am celebrating by myself.  I love living alone, to be honest.  It's really peaceful, there's no drama and I get do the things that I want the way I want to.

In typical lock down fashion, I also took a really, really long walk today.  I was supposed to do job applications and what not but I dunno, I'm really enjoying not doing anything on the weekends and just chilling.  Anyway, so I ended up doing a 12.4 km walk - 22,784 steps - which is ridiculous.  Other than when I used to go up to Seoul on Saturdays for cafe adventures, I've never willingly walked so much in one day in my life.  

If I'm being honest, I was actually very apprehensive about turning 30.  The lead up to this day has been a bit topsy turvy in terms of coming to terms that I am entering into my third decade of life.  I started going through all the things I did in my 20's - some of which are kind of unbelievable, and yet believable for me - and I actually had a very great cathartic moment as I was sitting at the Milson's Point ferry station.  In a very 'spiritual' and 'new age' manner, I accepted, released and waved good bye to the things I had perhaps had trouble letting go of.  

Most importantly, I think I finally said goodbye to a lot of people - two in particular.  Not just the people, but the dreams and the ideas I'd had that featured them in it.  I'm making a very conscious effort to live in the now, to take people as they come and to not project my own fantasies and romantic notions on to them - whether it be a friend or potential boyfriend/partner/husband.

And yet, there is still that part of me who would love a bit of romance.  Who loves the idea of everything falling into place by itself.  Who wants to believe the fairytale. 

But the realist in me says no.  If you want something to happen in your life, you need to make it happen.  And there we are - the constant battle in my head for faith or for realism.  

Update on life.

I've started working at Breville.  Breville!?! It's crazy.  Who would have ever thought?? It's really strange to think that I work at such a big company. I definitely did not ever think I would do so - and yet, it seems so fitting? Or at least it's definitely somewhere which people could picture me at.  "It's to do with food", people will say.  

And yet I honestly don't even think I resonate with food that much anymore.  It's not something that I crave, or that I really go for.  Nowadays it's more about meeting up with people.  Getting human interaction.  Maybe because I've been by myself for so long? I just want to talk to someone.  And actually have a decent conversation.  And yet all the conversations these days (and rightly so, I guess) is about babies, houses, where to live, how far you drive to commute.  I'm thankful for Sharon to be honest.  I'm so glad she is also single and not about to get married or dating anyone.  I'm thankful that I have another friend to commiserate with.  I guess I'm pretty excited about my team at Breville now.  I' still pretty concerned that I won't be able to do well.  Or that I'll somehow let the team down.  Or that I'll come across as an idiot who knows nothing.  They say confidence is key, but somehow I don't think that's true.  I've come across so many people who have had confidence but don't know their stuff.  And I've come across people who don't have any confidence but are the smartest people in the room.  

And yet, Jeremy was right.  The world rewards the extroverted.  And so you learn to adapt.  

I'm always really conscious of the fact that Gloria says my voice goes higher.  Or that I put on a higher voice.  Liam also said that my voice got higher after Korea.  I swear it's not a conscious thing.  It's just that it's so much easier to be 'me' - low voice, sassy, dismissive - with people who also get it.  It's called learning to adapt. Is that a bad thing? I don't necessarily think so.  My demeanour changes depending on who I'm with.  And I guess that's a by product of me trying to make friends wherever I go - seeing as I had so few when I was younger.  

 There are also days when I think back to the trauma which I had to go through as a kid.

The physical trauma? The emotional trauma of having to keep Gloria's secrets for her.  TO the point where I had to bury all of my shit.  My eating disorders.  My narcissism?? Even though it's not seen as narcissism in Asia.  

Still learning how to deal with all of that in my own space.  And maybe that's why I love being alone.  And speaking to Dad and Mum on the phone but not having them in my space.  They're kept at bay by physical distance.  

Anyway, just random thoughts for a Monday morning.  I think I'm just tired and hungry. 

Gloria

There are days when I think back to who Gloria is without Aaron.  The simple, Adelaide girl who moved to Japan on her own for work.  With no parents, no friends, and no one to even speak English with besides her workmates.  I guess I never think about that part. 

The Gloria who always takes my calls. Who always looks out for me (except when she's looking out for Aaron).  The selfless older sister who puts everyone else before her.  The one who is coming to Hillsong (apparently) because she wants to know if it's a good church.   Funnily enough, she didn't have that issue with CPC.  

I'm thankful for her today.  

Today.

I went to visit Becky today.  I went to look at her vacant room (I cannot believe she sleeps next to the door. On a sofa couch.) It honestly just reminded me of how privileged and spoiled I am.  To think that I berated my parents for buying all of the stuff for me. And asking them why they would buy it for me.  I cannot believe how arrogant I have become.  How little I remember the slums of the Philippines.  And Thailand.  How little I know of poverty. I have been so incredibly blessed by my dad. and my mum.  In a world where I have so much. Where I have been gifted so much.  To have refused it.  Out of pride? Selfishness? Wanting to fit in with my friends who don't have that much?  It's a strange feeling.  To be stuck in the middle, everywhere I go.  Not rich or white enough to hang out with my Pembroke friends.  Not Asian enough for church friends.  Too rich (?) for not for profit people.  Not rich enough for corporate people.  

I remember Lydia.  I was a little bit astounded by her confidence in herself.  In her passion for fashion.  But also her willingness to listen.  And be there.  

The question constantly begs: where do I belong? Where do I fit in? They say a friend to many is a friend to none.  Audrey G said that I have a lot of friends - which is true to an extent.  I know many people, but only shallowly.  I guess it's a very Sydney thing.

I don't think I have any deep relationships with anyone.  And strangely enough, I don't think I ever have.  The deepest relationships I've had are with people from overseas - where I was able to actually be myself with no labels attached - and they are the ones who I've wanted to keep in contact with.  Them and Clifford. 

But even then, I don't even contact much.  And yet I know that we will always be able to pick up where we left off.  I guess I am thankful for those friendships.  

Sometimes I think I am just so used to being alone.  I am so used to it now.  If I worked from home, I could easily just talk to my colleagues, get human interaction from people at Woolworths and come home and just write.  Write and write and write.

If it wasn't for social media, then I would actually have no idea of what's going on in the world.  

Things I've Realised Recently

For some strange reason, I sometimes think I'm still stuck in 2019.  My apartment decor hasn't changed.  My clothes are still the same.  The people I see are still the same sometimes. 

2019 was a door mat year.  I took on way too much to handle.  I had no one defending my own interests.  I put everyone else first and for the first time in my life, I burnt out.  In a ridiculously severe fashion.  

My mind is still recovering.  The pace at which Sydney goes is incredibly fast.  For someone who had just come back from Korea's countryside, it was a thrill, but too much of a thrill.

Things needed to slow down in that time.  

And then they did.  COVID brought everything to a stop.  

People kept living.  People kept making money.  People kept making friends.  Albeit it somewhat virtually.

So now, we live in a virtual cross real world.  Something I am still coming to terms with and honestly struggling to get a grip with.

Perhaps it was my experience where no one was answering my cries for help.  I was so afraid of voicing out my opinion - especially since I had grown up in a conservative society where no one questioned authorities.  Any question was to be perceived as an act of defiance.  

It feels good to get everything out on 'paper'.  Journalling has always been a way of mine to get my thoughts in order.  To get everything out.  Instagram has stopped for now - it's been a really long time actually. 

The constant stress of not finding a job.  The constant stress of whether I'll be able to afford to live in my apartment or if I need to move back home.  The stress of whether I need to find another place to rent out if I do go home.  And where do I go now? Where am I in terms of my life?  

My mother tells me to keep going.  One foot ahead of another, and we shall see where the road leads.

It feels dark sometimes.  And yet I know there is light ahead.  I know there is light in me, trying to get out.  

Perhaps this is what real life anxiety feels like.  The weight of the world on your shoulders.  And yet the hope that everything will turn out alright.