a day well spent
5 years ago I was exactly like her. Young and scared in a foreign country with my mom trying to find out where to go and what to do. Papers were shoved in my face and moving to start afresh - it all seemed like too much to bear at the time. But I made it. We all did.Today I sat at the orientation desk and had the privilege of meeting her and her parents from Malaysia. They too were as worried as my mom for me at that time. Where is she going to stay, what is she going to eat, how is she going to survive the cold winter, what they needed to do - visa, bank, medi-care, internet, public transport card, mobile sim card, enrolment, timetable, textbooks etc. A whole load of crap that needed to be done. A whole lot of things that had to be learnt. In one afternoon I attempted to impart as much knowledge as I could to her and her parents. Then took them to places in uni that she had to know. Poor girl. What I had taken 4 years to learn here was suddenly shoved in her face in one day. It's a bit intimidating. The whole purpose in signing up for graduation was so that I could give to someone something that I wish someone else had given me when I was first here. I wish I had started volunteering a long time ago. The experience is so rewarding......I look forward to a new semester but dreading it also because it's my last (oOh I think I just heard my heart break). I've been so incredibly blessed to have God as well as my family's support, and blessed to be able to have this opportunity. Coming to Aus has been an awesome journey & I've had the most wonderful time of my life & made so many wonderful friends that I will treasure for ever and ever.
Yinny was Joshing around @ 6:24 PM
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