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--> Busselton Jetty Busselton Jetty Beach side path, 250 meters from my house I think we may have a problem. I realized today that I am falling in love with this place. This will definitely complicate things when the time comes for me to go home to Canada. For the first couple of weeks, I was all, “Yeah! I’m having a blast! Things are a little tricky, I will figure them out though, and then I’ll be sweet!” Just so in love with the adventure and the difference of it all. Now that I’m settling in though, I’m definitely finding that I love it here. Maybe not putting down roots, but I think my heart and soul are doing it behind my minds back. This is going to make it so much harder to leave, especially because I can’t really ever come back, not for real, not to stay. Unless I get married or something. I realized the other day, I’ve been gone from Canada for over a month. Longer than I’ve ever been gone before. When I went to E

It's a lovely day here in Busselton. I've been living here for about half of a week now, my mate and I found place to live, 250 meters from the beach, cat included. So basically heaven. Been working at a Mexican place (El Gringos). Not going to bad, just want to get paid, so Jesse can pay me back all the money he owes me :o

--> It’s been a crazy couple of days. It is currently 7:15 am, Jesse, Melina and I are driving through wine country in the southwest, bringing Melina to Albany for her new job. Jesse and I talked to our manager in Merredin about our issues with her drinking in between shifts. The chat did not go well, we packed our shit that afternoon, worked our last shift at the Northside Tavern on Saturday afternoon and walked out that night. We’ve got a feeling that she had feeling we were going to take off because we went to a friends for some drinks with the plan to come back for our stuff after she had gone to bed; when we got back to the Tav, she had padlocked the gate to the carpark. Jesse and Pickle actually had to jump the fence and sneak into the courtyard to get to our rooms and get our stuff. We spent that night at John and Meg’s (Meg used to work at the Tav, and was more than happy to help us skip out). Jesse and I left for Perth shortly after 10 am on Sunday morning to

Gotta say, I really love my life. I love traveling. I feel so lucky to have such a great job back home that still gives me to freedom to travel. I can't speak for anyone else, but one of my favourite things about traveling alone is the fact that you are going to a new place, with new people who don't know anything about you, who haven't heard any rumours or stories about you, you can choose what parts of yourself you want them to learn about, and, in turn, you can grow from fresh interpretations of how people see you. I love learning about new people and new places.

Well it’s taken a couple days to get adjusted and caught up on sleep, but I am really enjoying it here in Merredin. My boss seems a little bipolar and most of the time drives me nuts, but the staff are great fun to work with and drink with. The locals are also a great sort of people, even if they like to have a laugh about Canada at my expense on occasion. I really enjoy working the bar, although I’m still pretty shit at pouring beer (actually I’m okay with most of them, but that damn Carlton Dry tap just loves giving me head).   And one of many lessons: don’t give Stu and Lucky a bucket of ice for their beers, cuz they will just try to get the ice down your top.   And sometimes they will succeed. So far it’s been a blast, laughs, new skills and new friends. Namaste