Come join us in our nesting place.

As I was leaving the house, a van drove its way inside the gate and the driver said something I didn’t quite hear. Scaredy cat that I am, I  was about to make a mad dash to the nearby gas station where there are surely other people. But the guy quickly asked if I live in the house to which I nodded. He’s delivering  a package, he said.

And so he is a postman. With my scared countenance, I must have looked funny to him. But so what. I am new to this place and getting scared to strangers must be natural.

And yes, here I am in the land down under. Finally. It feels good to be here in this wonderful place but it’s also scary, simply because I have yet to familiarize  myself with everything (though it’s not my first time here). And I am starting a new life here, practically from scratch. Scary. Really, this is not my comfort zone.

I am currently living with a couple,  who are so nice to let me in their home while I’m still looking for employment. The wife is a former officemate of mine. Their friendship as well as their home is a source of comfort for now. But soon, I know I will have to carve my path and face my fears and challenges of being in this new place on my own. Scared, yes but I know I will get over it in time.

And that postman scare this morning will just be a dry leaf to be blown by the wind, and will be replaced of numerous  new leaves of memories here in Oz, I’m sure. 

ACCESS DENIED.

This was the prompt I got when I tried to access the network elements early this morning. For a split second I was bewildered. And then it dawned on me that they must have cut my rights to view the network. It was somehow a reminder that I made a choice and that I already handed my resignation.That’s final.

I tried to shake it but sadness enveloped me, and even as I drove home. Couldn’t really help feeling emo. After all, I had almost-maximum network access for 10 years. Yeah, ten long years. You bet finding out that I no longer have access is heavy in my heart. There goes my ten years and I believe I made most of the ten years I spent in the company. But life goes on. I made a choice and I’ll do my best to be happy with what I have now and what the future will offer.

I handed my resignation letter today. Finally.

I have mixed emotions but right now, I don’t want to dwell on them. :-)

Instead, I’ll move forward one step at a time, to reach my goal. Our goal.

Happy 7th Anniversary, Love.

Til now, I’m still amazed at how blessed I am for having you in my life. I love you forever.

I was in the mall the other day, intending to pick up some supplies but was momentarily sidetracked when  I unexpectedly saw some of my former boss’ photos displayed on the second floor lobby.

Asian News in Pictures! BTW,these photos were taken using my camphone lang.

From engineer to freelance photojournalist, my former boss has somehow made a name in his new field.

And as I’ve mentioned on my FB wall, seeing his work made me feel proud to have known him at one point in my life.

It’s been awhile. :-)

Been juggling work offline, work online and life offline. Babysitting in between. Tough act. I hope next month, a sitter or helper falls off from heavens. I hope, I pray.

For the meantime, let’s get used to my erratic online presence. *smiles*

And the docs from the engineering recruitment agency came in the office. Very important papers, which spell of a bright future  in a land where the pasture is said to be greener,  to be signed and submitted.

But it’s not for me, but for an officemate and friend. It would seem that someone’s moving out of the office in less than one month. Career move.

Oh people are moving on and saying goodbye.  Sad but it’s the reality in the workplace.  A familiar face goes,  a new face gets in. It’s a cycle, I reminded myself as I think of a time when I heard about the career concept of growing, glowing and going. It’s no use to be so melodramatic about it.

Soon I might be going. Soon I might join in the foray.  I wonder when though.   I have plans and that’s why I’ve  written a few of engineering recruitment agents who may be able to help. But I’m still waiting for the right time. For God’s perfect time.