It’s been 5 years since I first stepped into Australia. Despite going back every once in a while, it’s hard to deny that this immensely huge country, south of the equator, which houses pretty much most of the deadliest animals in the world, has become my permanent home. I know I said before that I’m not going to celebrate milestones like this anymore, but I’m a sucker for multiples of 5’s and that’s the best excuse I can come up with that makes sense to me.
It shouldn’t be said anymore that I am leading a new life. After all, 5 years is a long time to do a lot of things. A lot has changed within the 5 years that I have been here even if the rest of the world feels like it is the same. I’ve gone from the insecure, scared, university student with a rocky relationship to a confidant, tough scientist with a secure job and a life long partner. Transformations like that don’t happen everytime. If anything, every time I look back at the last 5 years, I can feel nothing but awe and pride for every single one of my accomplishments no matter how small they are or insignificant they may be to other people.
Of course, realising that to means that every time I look at the next 5 years, I realise that I have a world of things to prepare and commit to raise the bar of accomplishments a little higher. Let it not be said that this half a decade milestone is spent wondering where the time went and how I miss the good ol’ days, but because the next 1826 days will eventually be filled with a sense of transformation that rivals or even surpasses what I have become as a person in this foreign, yet homely country.
I want better things to come in time. For that, there is a world of work to commit to and a future I know I have to earn the right to live.
How’s that for being optimistic?