19 - Looking forward

It’s a boring Wednesday afternoon, still in the library, still in Gatton, after 3 months. I’ve been setting the alarm since that 11st of july when I arrived here to lift my life up, to push myself towards new achievements, reachable after a long period of effort, struggling to get the chance to apply for this damn second Working Holiday Visa. Unwittingly, I put myself in a difficult situation, in a little word where the most big challenge is not working in a farm, not waking up early in the morning or figuring out what those strange people (with beard and rings on their ears, covered by tattoo meaningless) keep on saying with their particular and puff English. Nope, none of these.

The worst and biggest difficulty is surviving. Exactly. I’ve been playing around a way to spend my days in Gatton craving that the time flies as quickly as it’s possible. As I’ve always tried to do in my life, in Italy firstly and in Australia then, I’m steering the rudder of my daily existence in order to obtain the best from every single day. However, here, with all the respect for the dwellers of this small town, the time’s not running at all. I’ve got the hunch and the feeling that I’m getting really bored here and, furthermore, my final achievements are fading away, I cannot grasp them anymore. Every day’s become as the day before, there’s no difference, or at least you can’t notice that. Sometimes I’ve dwelt upon my life here, thinking about what I’ve done so far, what I’m about to do and the new challenges which are waiting for me over there, close to the horizon. I found out that I’ve no regrets, nothing which I’d redo in a another way. I’m proud of my experience and satisfy of what I chose to do in order to change my life coming here.

Thanks to these thoughts I’ve managed to live in Gatton till today, 16^th of October, without giving up the farm job. I’m aware of my strenghtnesses, which allow me to pursuit on my path during all this period in this town. I’m even conscious of my weaknesses which represented one of the reasons that could have made me in the condition to leave Gatton for a better and more Australian life in a big city.

Nevertheless, I’m still here, one more month and I’ll be able to say: “I did it!!”. And I’m really looking forward to do it, to get this second Visa, hoping that all I’ve done is worthy, and it will pay me back next year, when I’ll try, truly, to settle in Australia.