Dear Readers,
Today, I started my first blog. Pretty impressive I'd have to say. I've been in Australia for about a month now and I figured if I hadn't started to write one in the first two weeks, my blogging would cease to exist. Then, I surprised myself and you the viewers by signing up for yet another Google product. You're welcome Google you crazy S.O.B. Anyways, maybe more than a week ago, Julia Ingoldsby began to inquire when I was going to finally start one and I gave her a classic vague answer any procrastinator would give to buy some time and that was: "soon". She asserted she was not going to ask again with hopes of me taking the initiative with her last straw bout. Little did she know that I have a full list of tasks to accomplish that I told myself I would start "soon" but similar to the blog, those tasks were unfinished or better yet, never started. Some of these tasks I should have finished the first few days like "Figure out Financials" or "Get Card for Health Insurance" and there are also tasks on there that I'm likely never to do i.e "Buy Textbooks" (sorry mom). Today, I decided to be motivated and I started this blog. It's more complicated than you think because they provide you with so many options for every setting possible that I actually became sidetracked setting up both a Flickr account and yet another google service- Picasa. Both are sweet and I suggest either option if you need to organize your photos.
Starting a blog a month into my expedition is bit of a disadvantage but I'll do my best to remember the highlights. I decided to stay at my friend Tory Lam's apartment in Boston because my mother would not have to drive me all the way to the airport at 6 a.m and it would have been an easy trip for me in the morning or so I thought. Eugene, Steve, Tory, James Chin, and I ended up getting hammered into the late hours of the night and before I realized it was 2 a.m. Tory, being the kind soul he is, offered his 8x6 jail cell of a room to sleep in being the most comfortable sleeping situation. I couldn't fall asleep because Steve, in his drunken stupor, could not navigate his girlfriend to Tory's house to pick him up. He started to state the most ridiculous and humorous things that I've since forgotten but after he left, sure enough I caught some shut eye. I thought I was in a nightmare of pain when I finally became aware that Tory's crazy ass alarm clock was going off. I leaped out of bed in a drunken haze with sheer animosity towards life and turned off the damn alarm clock. He configured an alarm clock that has a vibrating attachment under his pillow coupled with a screeching noise to ensure his arise out of bed. I don't understand why Tory needs such a thunderous wake up but no one knows why Tory can't pee without sitting down at age 20.
I arrived at the Logan, said goodbye to my friends, and away I went into the airport --one of the craziest places. I walked around hung over and unsure of most decisions I needed to make to board the airplane to L.A.X. Tory dropped me off at around 5:30 for a flight at 7:15. He wanted to make sure I wasn't going to miss my plane, God bless his soul, but I had to wait around for so damn long. Boarding my first plane with Caroline Maguire (a fellow Colby Mule), I was a bit anxious being my first commercial flight and all. The first feeling off taking lift off the ground is a monumental experience and it's particularly breathtaking. Don't worry, I had my vomit back ready to roll if that were the circumstance but I was intrigued by flight, almost as a little kid would be. People take for granted what we have discovered as a human race in the science of flight (thank you Wright brothers). It is an enormous flying boat in the sky with hundreds of people on it. Are you kidding me? Incredible stuff. I touched down in L.A.X and the landing is the more terrifying part because the whole time I am thinking he's going to ride this puppy right into the side of building or another plane. I discussed with my friend Peter Hortaridis, who lives in Hollywood, that I would visit him given my 13 hour lay-over at the airport. I took the Metro from L.A.X all the way until Western Hollywood and let me just tell you there are some tough neighborhoods in L.A and saw some hood thugs out there hustling hard. Some neighborhoods seemed to be in a regressive state but then one stop, the doors opened and there was the Staples Center. Once I made it to Pete's apt., it was nice seeing how a Hull Kid lives out in Cali. He is doing well and has great ambition, an admirable feature in any person. We dined at some fast food place straight out of Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas and later, we went up the hills of Hollywood and saw the city from a nice peak. At nightfall, I wished him the best but I needed to catch my flight to my new country for the next four months. I boarded the plane and sat next to fellow Americans making their voyage to a new home. We departed L.A.X on Feb. 5th at 11:45 p.m and reached Sydney on the 7th at about 9:30 a.m. We jumped into the FUTURE and I lost a whole day basically. The flight took about 15 hours and my body started to deteriorate on the inside from all the airplane food. The quiche was surprisingly tasty but couldn't say the same for the bourbon and Canada dry I ordered at like 3:00 a.m to go with it. When we stepped off the plane, and I felt the warmth of Aussieland. Something I will never forget.
Your destiny is in your hands.
Til next time,
Alex Chase
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