I'm not homeless. This is a good thing. You might think this is a strange thing to be thankful for, considering I graduated with a degree from Berkeley and am a fairly resourceful person. But I was one day away from being homeless in a foreign country.
We booked our hostel in Melbourne for 3 days. This gave us 3 days to explore the city, find a suitable neighborhood, and find a place to live. Ideally, Shaun and I were looking for a sharehouse to meet more people and make the smooth adjustment into living in a new city.
In this intense hunt for housing, we found a lot of dumps. I lived in Berkeley for 4 years... I know the definition of a dump. And these were all dumps. There were dirty sharehouses with 20 people, houses at the end of narrow alleys and warehouses, and houses with 35 year old Irish men who didn't seem to like us very much.
And then after 2 hours of being lost in streets and on trams in the blistering 90 degree heat, we found a gem. Our new home is in the suburb of St. Kilda, in a lovely neighborhood of nice houses and schools. It's a tram ride away from the beach and restaurants (who will hopefully hire us). Shaun and I were so excited to finally find a place that we smiled like stupid schoolgirls all night long. We get to move in tomorrow too. Whooo!!!!!!
Job hunting and exploring our new district tomorrow. Happy hour with new friends tomorrow and the Christmas parade on Saturday. I'm so excited to get my new life started in Melbourne!! Cheers!
PS. I also had a baller salad today. I only say this because it is the first awesome salad that I've had since I left. Apparently California is one of the few places in the world to have good salad. In other news, tonight was "Latin night" at our hostel. My margarita....no bueno. To be expected though, right?
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