I've just headed home after giving a lift to my german housemates, actually my ex housemates. I dropped them at the bus stop in the town, because today their time was over, they were about to off to Brisbane. Only after 2 weeks, they decided to have a go there, instead of praying to someone to work here, in Gatton. In fact, the season is going to finish soon, even if probably in a couple of weeks the onion season will start. Especially now, compared this moment with the time when I arrived here, the situation isn't really good for the backpackers. The result is that most of the people don't work everyday and some of them don't work at all.
I've got a good job, so it's implied that I'm not susceptible to changement in the agricultural market of Gatton and surrounding. A part of that, before, when the guys were getting on the bus, I feel envious, 'cause I need to stay, even if I know that I have a good job, I have to spend almost 2 more months here. I'm really fed up of working, sleeping and eating without having something else to do, some activities which you can enjoy with.
Particularly, this sensation of being chained, the impossibility of leaving 'cause I still need to complete my 88 days in order to get my Second Visa, has been increased by one fact: I've booked the ticket to go back to Italy (and even the one's to come back in Australia in the middle of January).
I know that I'm not homesick, I'm firmly sure that I don't want to go back to Italy to live there again, I've the strong feeling that it's not going to happen, at least in the next future; nowadays I want to live abroad, I'm in Australia right now, but nobody knows where I'll be in a couple of years, neither do I.
I'm really enjoying this new life, overseas, with new friends new challenges to face every day and to get over using just your ability, your skillset, your determination.
Well, nevertheless sometimes I miss home; I mean, I miss my family, my friends and some habit that I used to have when I was there and that now I'm not used to anymore. However, I think that this is common, it's a sensation that everyone has when you live far from home for a long period. The point is that when you know that there's a date, a sort of date of expire, you begin to look forward to reach that day, to get back or try again all the things you're missing. And it's how I feel now. I know that I can cope with the lack of pizza, staying without my italian friends or without my family. But living here in this town allows you to think more then you usually do everyday and, moreover, having a ticket to go back doesn't help.
I'd say that the time flies, so I reckon that this period is gonna be very quick; that means 2 months more working in the farm and then start a road trip that it'll bring me up north to Cairns and down south to Sydney, stopping along the path to visit and admire all the beauty that the East Coast offers to us. Finally I'm going to drive my own car to Melbourne, drop it there and catch the flight to Italy.
So, 3 months more to see my Country. I'm looking forward to do it. Ando, at the same time, I'm eager to come back and have a real go in Australia. But will think about this last thought later, for the moment, I have 3 more months to do.
