So after days and days of traveling, of figuring out all these people with strange accents, going through customs, I settle in my new home.
Let me start from the beginning. The journey began with a lot of luggage, and mainly a huge suitcase. The suitcase was not special – it had two wheels, like any other ordinary suitcase. Until I landed in Tokyo. There it had only one wheel. No matter, I say, I will continue by lugging it after me with just one wheel. It seemed to work. Then I landed in Melbourne. The suitcase had no more wheels. So I continued to lug it with me to the taxi.
I like in Howitt Hall, probably the tallest dorm in the campus. It does remind me very much of my room in Wolfson House – I am comfortably sitting on the 10th floor, with quite a nice view I might add. Back to the taxi. So I had believed – for some very wrong reason (I think I can safely blame Neil for this hah) that the taxi from the airport wouldn’t be very much, not more than 30-40 $. Well… it’s not like I a) knew how to get to Monash by bus or b) had the mental or physical capacity to carry a luggage with no wheels and no more handle (did I forget to mention this disappeared as well?). It was 90$. So worth it!
The campus, might I add, is not in Melbourne. It is in the “outer” suburbs. And, as everyone likes to say, it’s sooo far away. It takes a whole hour to get to the center. Moment I pause and raise an eyebrow. It takes an hour to get anywhere in London. Hah. But I let them off… bless them, they don’t know better.
The campus has everything. Banks, post offices, a convenience store. And parrots! They’re everywhere! Loud and colourful. I mean, everyone probably knows how easily entertainable I am. But parrots! Everywhere! And “swooping magpies”. Not simple magpies. The swooping kind! Oh the joy!
I managed to find the bus stop! And actually went into Melbourne. I just want to say there’s asians everywhere. Jackpot!