Yes, it’s been ages since I’ve updated, and I apologise. A lot of things have happened in the last month that I probably should have written about, but never got around to because I was always too exhausted to write by the time I thought about updating my partly-written draft.

First and foremost, I am now settled in Brisbane. I arrived here on September 11 (not the most auspicious of starts), and surprisingly, my huge number of bags (+1 boxed bicycle) arrived with me! The flight itself was great, since we had a very strong tailwind that shortened our flight time by an hour and I was sitting in business class, courtesy of my Qantas frequent flier miles, so I actually slept the majority of the way. It didn’t hurt that my flight took off late, at 1.05am, so I was rather exhausted by the time I stepped on the plane anyway.

I didn’t do a whole lot when I first arrived in Brisbane, besides unpacking and trying to find room for my stuff that seemed to expand so much while I was in Perth. I spent a weekend on the Sunshine Coast (where the picture above is from) with James’ family while he was away on a wakeboarding trip. We alternated between lying on the beach and going home to watch 2 seasons of Sex & the City, so it was definitely a nice & relaxing weekend. Most of my time other than that was spent doing a lot of nothing. I considered going to Straddy (an island near Brisbane) for a day or two, but the fact that it was school holidays and Point Lookout would therefore be swarming with children kind of put me off that, so I pretty much just stuck around the house being useless.

Luckily, I wasn’t useless for too long, since my interviews at a Ephox, a software company based in Brisbane, went really well. I was happy even to get a first interview with them, since a) every other job I’d found that even remotely fit me was only taking applications from permanent residents & citizens and b) it was the job that seemed like it would fit me the best. It really seemed like it would fit me a lot better than my previous job, and I knew as soon as I met the team that I would get along with them well. They fortunately decided the same about me and we launched into the visa process, which means that I was gearing myself up to still be jobless come December. However, the Australian government pulled through and really surprised all of us that were involved in the application process. I applied for my work visa on a Monday afternoon, and when I woke up on Wednesday morning my visa approval was sitting in my inbox. What a change from the 3 months my other visa took to get approved! I can’t say I’m complaining though, since earlier this year I wanted to spend as much time in NZ as possible, while this time around I wanted to start my job ASAP.

And start ASAP I did. Less than a month after I arrived in Brisbane, I had my first day of work. I’ve now been there for a week and a half and have already helped to answer a couple support cases, which is more than I did in the whole 5 months I spent at my last job! I actually feel useful and that I am learning, even though I know that I have a loooooong way to go before I understand most of what is going on. It’s just great to feel like I’m making some sort of difference and that I am actually part of the team, as opposed to the outsider that just looks on while everyone else works.

As for my back, it is finally to the point that I only just feel it towards the end of a day at work. I know that it’s not healed–or at least, I got that impression when I was unloading the car on Sunday night, stretched across the back seat trying to reach a pillow, and my back popped and suddenly I couldn’t move. There was definitely pain, but it subsided after a day or two. I’m doing most normal activities now–although I haven’t been game enough to get on a wakeboard yet, especially since my physio has strongly advised against it–and have been pretty good at doing the exercises my physio recommended to strengthen my back muscles. I just love being able to get through a full day at work (with 1.5km hilly walks to & from the train station) without being in absolute agony!

The mention of wakeboarding (and the photos) might have seemed a little random to some of you, since it’s generally not an everyday activity for most people. James is a member of the UQ Waterski/Wakeboarding Club, so pretty much every weekend since I’ve been here, I’ve been out on a boat watching him wakeboard.  I enjoy going out, since it means I get out of the house and spend part of a day out on the river (even if it is brown) but I’d love to be able to get out on a board and make a total fool of myself, since I feel a bit left out sometimes. Luckily, last weekend James & I went on a camping trip to Moogerah, southwest of Brisbane, with people from the wakeboarding club, but minimal wakeboarding was actually done. As one person there described it, it was a perfect buck’s party weekend, with boats, tubes, chainsaws, bows & arrows, remote controlled cars/plane, bonfires, flaming jack’o'lanterns, and lots of alcohol, just to name a few. Even though it drizzled a lot and people were doubting whether I’d be able to get out of my tent at all during the weekend because of it, we had a great time and it was nice to have a mini-vacation after a tiring week of trying to readjust to a work routine.

This weekend, we’re going back up the coast to see James’ grandparents, who are up from coastal New South Wales. I know, it’s a really rough life