When I was growing up, my parents would take turns reading to us at bedtime. I remember how much fun my sister and I had listening to our parents’ funny voices and facial expressions. One of my favorites was “Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.” This children’s book was about a boy who was having a quite dreadful day and didn’t want to deal with it. Instead of making amends, he would always tell his parents that he was just going to drop everything and move to Australia. But his mom would always say, “Some days are like that, even in Australia!” Before I left for Melbourne, my mom dug up the book and gave it to me. She reminded me that the grass is not always greener on the other side – that things might be exciting over in Australia, but it will also come with a lot of emotions, change, and responsibility. I have kept that book close in our apartment and made sure to never forget her words.
I know that my Instagram life might seem like I’m always either brunching with friends, wearing new clothes, or exploring new places, but my actual reality is this – I am simply working a normal job in a new city, paying rent and the bills, and figuring out life like everyone else is. My day-to-day life is very mundane and I often times forget that I even live in Australia. To give you a picture of what my actual life looks like, I’ll map out my daily schedule.
I usually wake up around 6:30 to get dressed and ready for work. I catch the 7:06 Mernda train, where I usually read, grade papers, or listen to podcasts. It takes me approximately an hour to get to work, and then I stay there until around 4:30. At 4:50 or so, I catch the Flinders Street train with my coworkers and usually sleep, eat, or stare out the window during the hour commute because my brain no longer feels like functioning. When I get home, I usually change and go for a run while Rory cooks dinner. Then Rory and I will eat on our couch – because we have no dining table – and watch Netflix on one of our laptops. After that, I do the dishes and he goes to work. I usually spend the rest of the night marking papers, then shower, pack my lunch for the next day, and go to bed. This happens Monday through Friday. I try to jam pack my weekends with as much stuff as possible while also allowing some room for relaxation and naps.
So while it may seem that I’m living this glamorous life, I’m actually just living for the weekends. I know that sounds awful, but it’s the cold, hard truth. Living abroad is a total adventure and so worthwhile, but it’s also very mundane – because we need to make money to afford all of the waffles, date nights, and trips we take! Luckily, being a teacher is exactly what I am meant to do and really brings me a sense of peace. I’m able to use my passions for good, hang out with my friends all day long, and do something for future generations to come. It’s magical! But it is a 24/7 job and never, ever slows down. It takes most of my energy and I end up being a little sluggish on the weekends. However, most of my friends are teachers as well and completely understand the need for coffee and chats during the day instead of late nights at the pub.
Finding my footing in the working world has really been an experience, but I can now safely say that I feel like I finally belong in the teaching industry and love the challenge and opportunities that come with the job. And the mundane activities of my life – hopping on the train, picking up a bite to eat, strolling through my favorite bookstore – are the things that give my life color. I am so thankful to be able to live in such a beautiful city, work at a job I am really passionate about, live with my best friend, and hang out with people I love. It’s a steady life and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
So whenever you see my pictures, PLEASE just remember – although that picture came from a good moment, “Some days are like that… even in Australia!”