The Art of Doing Nothing … on Vacation

I am a planner.

My life (for the most part) is planned to the best of my abilities.

Even the “risks” that I take are very well calculated; I have likely already measured the pros/cons/ups/downs of every situation.

Fortunately, when you’re in a different country than your own … you don’t have a lot of control over things and all of things you try to control turn to shit and a blow up in your face.

Well, at least this has been a learning experience.

There are two things I strongly dislike:

  1. Uncertainty
  2. Wasting time

Life is short, why would I spend it “not knowing what’s next” or sitting around watching the day go by?

I’ve learned during my Radical Sabbatical these types of days are necessary.

You need to be curious and wonder what is coming up next? It keeps you on your toes; it keeps life exciting.

You also need days of doing absolutely nothing and stay inside; and when I say nothing, I mean nothing. No laundry, no dishes, no cleaning, heck – no cooking (every Filipino relative will be clutching their pearls seeing that).

Of all the places to learn about doing nothing, I learned it in the most unusual instance: while on vacation.

Flying over the Northern Territories, Australia
(February 7, 2020)

I’ve been going on weekend getaways that I call my, “Vacation from my Holiday” for the last few weeks.

Back in Canada, I would NEVER go away for the weekend.

I couldn’t fathom it, after all, traveling province to province is super expensive via air travel. I’ve also been in school for so long that weekends were meant for homework.

Yet here I am, in the country of my dreams and for the longest while – working my four days a week, then spending the long weekend I was privileged to negotiate … at home.

So, it was time to travel.

At the start of the year, I kicked off a trip down to Melbourne which was amazing and put a lot of things into perspective; like letting go of money and actually travel around Australia.

I purchased tickets to some areas of the country I had wanted to visit for some time:

  1. Yulara, Northern Territories to see Uluru (Ayers Rock)
  2. Gold Coast, Queensland to take on Australia’s highest external building climb (I don’t know why I do these things, I’m afraid of heights)

Yulara, Northern Territories

My Cousin-in-Law, Mark drove me out to the airport.

While waiting for my flight to take off, I watched this crazy foreigner mansplain to the gate agent how to do her job – screaming at her because he wasn’t aware of Jetstar’s strict 7kg combined carry on baggage weight limit and asked if, “is there was a man who I can speak to?”

Well, I wasn’t have it and I walked over to him as he was screaming at her and said, “Hi, excuse me. Couldn’t help but notice the misogyny over here. She told you to pay the $60 for your excess baggage, just pay it and sit down so we can board the plane.”

I was given an exit seat in the isle with extra leg room and complimentary meal vouchers! Eyyyyyyyyyyy!

(it pays off to speak up when no one else does)

The flight was comfortable, quite spacious as there were not a lot of people on the flight.

However, upon getting out of the plane, my clothes clung to me thanks to the 40 degree Celsius heat.

Not comfortable.

Ayers Rock Airport
Northern Territories, Australia
(February 7, 2020)

The accommodations in Yulara are limited. There are no Airbnb’s (something I wish I knew before I booked the trip), so you have some choices when choosing Ayers Rock Resort – specifically the Outback Pioneer Hotel & Lodge (comfort and best value)

When I walked out of the bus to my hotel, I was greeted by a fly going into my mouth.

Yep.

So apparently, a fly look for moisture wherever it can, hence why they love your face; they want to go into your ears, eyes, nose, and mouth.

How do you protect yourself?

Well, there’s bug spray … but that doesn’t really do anything, so you’re encouraged to wear one of these fashionable fly nets.

Does this Fly Net match my outfit?
Yulara, Northern Territories
(February 7, 2020)
A Fly Net won’t stop me from taking a photo
Yulara, Northern Territories
(February 8, 2020)

Another thing about Yulara is that you pay quite a fee to do just about anything there. There are a couple of free activities; but for the most part, you’re paying for everything (check out Get Your Guide for all the excursions) and at an increased price as deliveries to the area are limited due to its isolated area.

Nevertheless, they rely on tourists to help their economy … so GO!

Prices are based off the peak season; so May – October are the best times to go as the climate is more moderate (Winter is busier than Summer).

There is no need to rent a car, almost every excursion you book has shuttle service from outside your hotel, so it’s important:

  1. To call the company do confirm your booking and time of pick up
  2. To coordinate once more with the front desk as times may have changed

My first excursion of the trip was to see Uluru (Ayers Rock) up close (you also need to buy a $25 pass to visit the rock; it’s a separate cost)!

I’ve heard stories about Uluru from my Grade 2/3 Teacher, Mrs. Williams years ago.

There was a time when you could climb Uluru, however the it became a controversy with the First Nations of the area and you can no longer climb it (which is a good thing, trust me).

Like I said earlier, make sure you purchase your National Park Pass for the days you choose to visit!

My first excursions was to do the Uluru 1.5-Hour Sunset Tour with Sparkling Wine & Cheeseboard.

I opted for this as it was the most affordable and purchased a Pizza and some French Fries when I got back to the hotel (so worth it).

It is CRITICAL that you wear your fly mask when you go to Uluru. Just to get the photo ops was a struggle as the flies were so bad in this area of Yulara.

Smiling had to be timed as they would fly into your mouth if it was open for too long.

The “Yulara Salute” is literally you waving your hands to try and swat away flies as they go near the openings of your face. To protect my open wine glass and mouth from flies, I was chugging wine like nobody’s business.

I was still fortunate to capture some shots before the fly net went back on at Uluru:

Uluru at Sunset (yes, wine included – at least with my excursion)
Uluru, Northern Territories
(February 7, 2020)
Uluru at Sunset (yes, wine included – at least with my excursion)
Uluru, Northern Territories
(February 7, 2020)

The next day, I woke up early for a tour of the Australian Outback with one of the best forms of transport available: Camel.

Boof the Camel
Uluru Camel Tours
Yulara, Northern Territories
(February 8, 2020)

Surprisingly, camels roam in the wild in Australia. They were brought to the county back in the early days of forming for commutes in the outback; delivering mail for Australia Post or doing supply runs for the locals.

They’re able to survive with their population continuing the grow because they’re one of the only animals in Australia that do not have a predator.

It is encouraged that you do not explore the outback without an expert guide, and walking it can be very long and can take a toll on the body – so this camel tour is highly recommended!

Camel Tour
Uluru, Northern Territories
(February 8, 2020)
Uluru Camel Tours
Yulara, Northern Territories
(February 8, 2020)
Camel Tour
Uluru, Northern Territories
(February 8, 2020)

So, here’s the thing about being in Yulara.

It’s hot.

Like, super hot.

I’ve never experienced a place where the moment you walk outside, you instantly begin to sweat (it’s worse than humid Manila, Philippines).

It’s an extremely uncomfortable heat – and as someone who doesn’t like hot weather (I know, and I chose to live in Australia), the heat and I battled it out and I succumbed to it.

So, when I wasn’t busy with an excursion, I did something I’ve never done before on a holiday: I laid in my air conditioned hotel room and did absolutely nothing.

I ordered room service, watched TV shows: re-runs of classic sitcoms, the Democratic Primaries, and random comedy/action/dramatic movies. Then, when I was bored of that, I napped.

I’ve never felt so relaxed on a vacation.

I usually jam pack my holidays with different excursions and adventures, they are times become more exhausting that relaxing.

This is also why I usually travel alone: I want the freedom to do whatever I want, when I want, and not have to compromise.

In the evening, I chose to go on one of Yulara’s most popular excursions: Field of Lights.

The description of the experience from the website is:

“As darkness falls and Uluru is thrown into silhouette, Field of Light illuminates. As far as the eye can see gentle rhythms of colour light up the desert.

The critically acclaimed Field of Light Uluru by the internationally celebrated artist Bruce Munro is on display and due to popular demand, has now been extended indefinitely.

The exhibition, aptly named Tili Wiru Tjuta Nyakutjaku or ‘looking at lots of beautiful lights’ in local Pitjantjatjara is Munro’s largest work to date.

Overwhelming in size, covering more than seven football fields, it invites immersion in its fantasy garden of 50,000 spindles of light, the stems breathing and swaying through a sympathetic desert spectrum of ochre, deep violet, blue and gentle white.”

Now, I cannot really explain just how breathtaking the experience is – but believe me you, it haha we ab experience I won’t forget!

Field of Lights
Yulara, Northern Territories
Field of Lights
Yulara, Northern Territories

The final day of my trip came and after breakfast, I got ready to go back to the airport.

Upon arriving? I was informed that my flight was going to be three hours late and there was a storm in Sydney that has crippled the train system and airlines.

Great.

Ayers Rock Airport
Northern Territories, Australia
(February 9, 2020)

At least I got to cross of the Northern Territories off my list of places to visit in Australia!

Gold Coast, Queensland

Next thing I knew, I was getting ready for my next adventure, a weekend trip to the Gold Coast!

The trip started out as the biggest cluster I’ve ever experienced.

I checked into my flight the night before and packed my bag for the weekend.

I was set to take the first flight out of sydney at 6am, which meant I needed to take the first train at 4am.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, I received a text from the airline saying my flight was canceled due to operational issues and I needed to call the airline to be put on the next available flight.

Now, you’d think calling an airline would be easy at 11pm, right?

Wrong.

I was on hold for 20 minutes and then when the agent greeted me hello, he hung up.

The words that came out of my mouth shortly after cannot be repeated on here … but there was no shortage of me expressing my frustration and dissatisfaction of this experience.

After another 45 minutes of waiting, I was connecting to an agent and booked on the next flight out of Sydney at 10am.

About to board the plane
Sydney Airport
Sydney, NSW
(February 14, 2020)

The flight to the Gold Coast was a quick one. We were placed on a transfer flight going to Seoul, South Korea so we were on a newer plane with comfortable seats and had inflight entertainment.

Cheeky Tarmac Photo
Gold Coast Airport
Gold Coast, Queensland
(February 14, 2020)

Once getting off the plane and going through the painful task of clearing customs, I was whisked away into the shuttle, hopped in my rental car, and I was on my way to my first stop!

Jackson and I at his gym: Rivals Athlete Performance Centre
Gold Coast, Queensland
(February 14, 2020)

I stopped by a local gym in the Gold Coast and paid a visit to someone very important in my life.

I’ve known this “kid” forever.

I’ve taught him Sunday School, I’ve been his Small Group Leader, I’ve been his Camp Counsellor and I’ve even hung out with him while his folks were at work or out for the evening.

I’ve spent countless nights around the dinner table being teased by him for refusing to use my fingers while eating saucy chicken wings and we’ve battled it out with burping the alphabet.

He has beat me in every physical activity I can think of: Wrestling, Baseball, Basketball, Soccer, Ultimate Frisbee, Badminton … the list could really go on.

Oh, and don’t get me started with badly I’ve lost playing Nintendo Wii against him.

Jackson trained me at his gym. He fixed my form, coached me on technique, and identified opportunities that need to be worked on to avoid injuries.

It was quite a surreal experience!

“Love at First Slice”
Burleigh Heads Beach, Gold Coast
(February 14, 2020)

Of course, after my killer workout, I needed some post workout eats … so I decided to grab a Pizza at Dominos and walk down the the beach.

It was also Valentines Day, so the beach was flooded with couples everywhere I could see.

Believe me you, I was the ONLY single person on that beach.

I was asked by beach goers if I could take photos of them posing in front of sunsets, their picnics, or in the water.

So, I was walking along the beach with my pizza and saw a young woman setting up a display for a couple that was arriving.

So, I asked her to take a photo of my Valentine, the delicious Pizza that isn’t capable of hurting my feelings, just my arteries.

Worth it.

Date Night designed by Make it You’Nique Events
Burleigh Heads Beach, Gold Coast
(February 14, 2020)

I didn’t plan much on my weekend in the Gold Coast.

I had two daytime excursions planned around Surfers Paradise, and that was about it.

A trick to the Gold Coast if you’re renting a car; there is paid parking EVERYWHERE!

BUT!!!!!!!! If you park at the local shopping centre, Pacific Fair, it’s FREE parking for 5 hours! So, I parked there, walked through the mall, then walked out to the G:link (Light Rail) outside and went into Surfers Paradise (yup, I’m that guy).

Surfers Paradise Beach Walk’n
Gold Coast, Queensland
(February 15, 2020)

Surfers Paradise was exactly what I thought it would be.

It was packed, there was a sandcastle building competition, and there was no shortage of activities for all ages.

I’ve always said, “I like the beach, I don’t like going in the water.”

So, I saw it, grabbed a photo, then I was out.

The main reason for going to Surfers Paradise was to kill time before my main excursion: do the Skypoint Climb at the Q1 Building!

Group Shot
Skypoint Climb
Gold Coast, Queensland
(February 15, 2020)

Some quick stats about the Skypoint Climb:

  • SkyPoint Climb is Australia’s highest external building climb.
  • SkyPoint has one of Australia’s fastest elevators taking you from ground to Level 77 (SkyPoint Observation Deck) in 42.7 seconds, where you will begin the Climb.
  • Once outside, close to 298 stairs will guide climbers up to the summit.
  • The Q1 Spire located at the summit is one of the world’s longest at 97.7m. It commences at level 75, is made up of 12 sections and weighs 87.2 tonnes.
  • The Q1 Building itself, is taller than the Chrysler building in New York City, and is structurally the 25th tallest building in the world at 322.5 metres high!
  • SkyPoint is Australia’s only beachside Observation Deck.
Skypoint Climb
Gold Coast, Queensland
(February 15, 2020)
Skypoint Climb
Gold Coast, Queensland
(February 15, 2020)

The funny thing is, I’m really afraid of heights.

I get really nervous and shakey – not to the point of pukingbut definitely close to passing out.

Skypoint Climb
Gold Coast, Queensland
(February 15, 2020)

So, we all had a good laugh at the front desk when the staff greeted me and welcomed me to my experience.

Jasmine (our guide) said, “Welcome to the Skypoint Climb, Mr. Punzalan! What brings you here today?”

I looked at her and her staff and just said, “I just wanted the photo for Instagram.”

This is my life.

Skypoint Climb
Gold Coast, Queensland
(February 15, 2020)

While I was one the climb, I was in front of a couple celebrating one of their birthdays, the big 60!

We got to talking and they asked me where I was going to go next after this.

I wasn’t sure.

I didn’t plan anything else after climbing the Q1, I was okay with this whole “doing nothing” and seeing where the day goes.

They explained one of the interesting things about the Gold Coast is how it’s border works.

While the Gold Coast is in Queensland, there are area around the Gold Coast that are actually in New South Wales; which not only represents a different state, but also a different timezone!

I asked if they had any recommendations for me to do after our climb?

They live in Byron Bay, which is about 1.5 south of the Gold a Coast, in New South Wales.

I’ve heard about Byron Bay, a very popular tourist attraction for the beaches, lighthouse, and a direct lookout point to where Captain Cook arrived.

There’s that saying, “when you’re not sure what do to on vacation, do as the locals do.”

Well, they told me to check out Byron Bay and I chose to do as the locals do, so, I hopped in the car (making it just 10 minutes shy of the 5 hour mark, so my parking was still free), and made the drive down!

There was no traffic on the scenic drive towards Byron. It was funny seeing my phone switch an hour due to the time change.

I did what you’re supposed to do any drive: music blasting, windows down, and on cruise control enjoying the views around me.

I got to Byron Bay and found parking (after driving around for 20 minutes for an available spot).

Cape Byron walking track
Byron Bay, NSW
(February 15, 2020)

I did the Cape Byron walking track (which I underestimated as I was wearing the wrong shorts/shirt/shoes for an outdoor hike in 36 degree weather).

Cape Byron walking track
Byron Bay, NSW
(February 15, 2020)

The views were unlike anything I had seen before.

As I walked around, I realized that I wouldn’t have seen this had I done what I usually did and “planned” my entire trip to the very last detail.

Cape Byron walking track
Byron Bay, NSW
(February 15, 2020)

That’s the thing about “doing nothing” on a vacation.

You give space for the unexpected, the spontaneous, the surprises to happen.

It’s okay to ask the locals once you arrive, “what do you recommend we do?”

You’ll be surprised what they recommend.

It really is an art.

Capy Byron Lighthouse
Byron Bay, NSW
(February 15, 2020)

As I continued down the walking path, I got to a fence and sat there watching the waves crashing against the rocks below.

I tried to position my phone to get the best angle to grab a selfie when a local scuba instructor saw me standing there and asked me if I wanted to walk down with him so he could show me a better vantage shot.

One of the things I’ve learned while being on holidays is to give my phone to anyone who is willing to take a photo for me.

Cape Byron walking track
Byron Bay, NSW
(February 15, 2020)
Cape Byron walking track
Byron Bay, NSW
(February 15, 2020)

And, just like that, it was time to go home … fortunately the flight home from the Gold Coast was much better than the flight going there.

I always try and sneak a photo on the tarmac … worth it every time
Gold Coast, Queensland
(February 16, 2020)

The next week, I received a surprise message from my aunt that my beloved Granny was brought back to Australia after three months in the Philippines.

I’ve said from the beginning, my Granny is the reason God paved a way for me to come back to Australia and spend some more time with her while she still has time on this earth.

I love this woman with all my heart
#GrannyAndMe
Sydney, NSW
(February 23, 2020)

Question time:

When is your next vacation?

What would happen if you left space in your itinerary to:

  1. Do absolutely nothing
  2. Do as the locals do

You’ll be surprised what can come out of your vacation when you plan less and just let things happen – oh, and say hello to everyone; you never know how far a hello can go.

We likely had the worst scorecard of everyone there
(I lost both rounds, but I won the night)
Holey Moley Golf Club
Newtown, NSW
(February 22, 2020)

It’s been working out for me so far.

Onwards,
Zaighum

(100 Days left in Australia … yikes)

Pivot

This was likely the first thing you thought of when you read the title
(that’s what came to mine…)

“Your job isn’t to know the how, it’s to know the what and to be open to discovering, and receiving, the how.”

Jen Sincero

At this point, I’ve applied to over 200 job postings.

  1. Office Jobs: Reception, Mail & Courier, Admin Assistant, Office Assistant, Personal Assistant, Marketing Assistant, Marketing Coordinator
  2. Non-Profit Jobs: Donor Relations, Fundraising Assistant, Corporate Sponsorships
  3. Hospitality Jobs: Events Assistant, Event Coordinator, Banquet Lead, Concierge

I don’t even remember what companies I’ve applied to at this point, but I’ve never seen so many notifications in my inbox.

I read the posting, look at the qualifications, and I apply.

And a few days later I get a response along the lines of:

“Dear Mr. Punzalan – we have reviewed your application thoroughly and while we are impressed with your experience and qualifications, we feel as though there are other applicants that meet a certain set of criteria set for the role. We’ll keep your application on hand and if something comes up, we’ll be in contact. All the best with your job search. Warm regards.”

Back to the drawing boards.

It has taken a toll on my pride.

My days consisted of: Gym, Breakfast, Job Boards, Snack, Job Boards, Lunch, Job Boards, NAP, Job Board, Snack, Job Boards, Dinner, Job Boards.

Somewhere in between, I would read my book (you HAVE to read it) or binge watch a Netflix original series (I’ve done three).

The only times I left my house was to go to the gym or to go grocery shopping.

There was one day where I walked into the the washroom and just stared at the mirror. My hair was a tangled, my facial hair was a mess, I was wearing the same sweats I wore for the last few days and something just *clicked*.

This was not me!

YOU are a BADASS
How to stop doubting your greatness and start living an awesome life
by: Jen Sincero
It’s a must read!

So, I made a deal with myself:

  1. I’m only allowed to apply for jobs at night, when I come home from being out all day
  2. If I do stay at home, I have to at least get dressed and walk around the block – no more lounging in my sweats all day.

I decided it was time to change my mindset, I had to pivot from the path I was going down and onto a more positive one.

I mean, c’mon …

I’M IN AUSTRALIA!

So, I do what I always do when I need to reset: I went to the beach.

Cronulla, NSW
July 25, 2019

I walked around and realized how much I was missing by sitting at home all day.

It is “winter” in Australia. I laugh at this season because even though it’s winter, you still need sunglasses because of how sunny it gets. Even though it’s super windy these days, there is not a drop of rain; it’s basically Vancouver during October/November.

Here’s what I’ve been up to:

One of the things we started doing at F45 Engadine is this 8 Week Challenge. You work out five days a week and stick to this super strict meal plan (measuring, portioning, weighing food, meal prep). You also cut out bread, potatoes, and alcohol (UGH).

I came all this way to a new country, and now I’m on a diet?

Sigh.

So, I’ve been trying to find ways to make it fun, I mean there’s only four more weeks left on this program (I really can’t afford to stay at this gym – they charge $65 a week, yikes).

Last Saturday, I went into the city for the first time in weeks.

There are so many tempting things to do when you visit the city, my favourites are day drinking and eating at every single bar that I visit.

It’s a great way to meet new people. I usually sit at the bar, someone comes up and while they wait for their drink you just turn over, say hello and make conversation.

Since the challenge started, I made it an excuse not to go out.

However, I’ve been killing this challenge so, and I felt as though I could handle going into the city and not be tempted with food.

I went, I overcame temptation; I crushed it.

Darlinghurst, NSW
August 3, 2019

Here’s how crazy the evening went!

I was walking around the city, enjoying the usual night life that is a Saturday. One of the best spots to go is Darling Harbour, they have so many cafe’s, restaurants, and buskers.

While I was walking in the area, I took my headphones out and I heard my name being called.

I looked around, quite confused. I’ve never heard of another Zaighum before, so someone was obviously calling me. It was strange though, because I don’t really have any friends here and who would know me?!

I looked behind me, and it was an Australian local who was on a Working Holiday Visa back in Vancouver back in 2016!

We met at Oakridge Centre in Vancouver at the David’sTea.

We caught up for a bit then went our separate ways – what a random event!

Hillsong Waterloo
Waterloo, NSW
August 4, 2019

During one of my first workouts at F45, I was paired with this fire cracker Italian woman who lifted heavier weights than I was lifting and simply walked to next station while I basically crawled.

At the end of the session, Pina introduced herself and we started to chat in the parking lot after class. During our conversation, she asked me what my weeks used to look like back in Canada. I spoke about my job and the work I did during the week and then spoke about the Church I went to on Sunday’s.

She lit up when I brought up Church, and she didn’t miss a beat by inviting me to hers.

I’ve only been to one church since coming to Australia, and I was trying to figure out what the next Church I wanted to visit would be.

Pina then revealed she was a Pastor for Hillsong City Campus, Waterloo.

I was taken aback for a moment.

I was working out with a Hillsong Pastor; crazy!

I found a Sunday I was freed up, and decided to go.

It’s quite a distance to go to Hillsong from where I live. I walk 15 Minutes to get to the train station which leaves every 30 Minutes and goes into the city which takes about 45 Minutes depending on which line you take to Central Station. They have a Community Shuttle that leaves the station 45 Minutes before the service starts (which of course, I missed). I thought about walking, but I was getting close to the start of the service. So, I hailed an Uber which ended up picking someone else and took them to church, oh and I still had to pay for it (I got my refund the next day, but it was a pain to get). The second Uber came and I arrived at the church about 15 Minutes after the service started (I really dislike being late).

When I walked into the church, it was everything I had expected. There was a cafe, a gift shop, lounges, foosball, and Hillsong branded signage just about everywhere. Oh, and there was even a Basketball Court (yup, a Basketball Court).

I walked into the Worship Centre and was quickly greeted by an usher and asked to sit on the “inside of the row”. I almost said no because I am a back row, isle seat person … but I should’ve came earlier, SO I sat where I was told to sit.

The room was dark with a full light show on stage. There were photographers, videographers, producers, and of course the full band, worship leaders, and a choir.

Yup, I was at Hillsong.

It was the first Sunday of the month which meant they were going to take up communion and they ended up doing What a Beautiful Name.

This song gets me every time and I found myself absolutely undone (you can replay the bridge over and over, it’s quite something).

Once worship was over, the message was delivered via Live Feed from the other Hillsong City Campus, Alexandria.

The pastor spoke about how sometimes our plans change, no matter how much we want to be in control. How sometimes we have this vision of where we want to go and we continue to hit roadblocks and setbacks. Sometimes these occurrences aren’t in place to tell you to “ditch the dream” and give up. Instead, they are in place for you to go down a different route to reach your goal.

God isn’t telling you to completely go off your path to reach your goal, He’s just telling you to pivot onto a different path to get there!

I had a goal of working in Australia to fund my Radical Sabbatical and was negotiating with the company I had served for almost six years to help me out. Unfortunately, I had learned that week that they did not have anything available and could not accommodate me; a devastating conversation and outcome I had prepared for but still stung nonetheless.

The path I had planned on going down was no longer an option and I needed to accept the outcome and pivot onto a different path.

The following Tuesday, I was staying true to my commitment to myself and headed into the city for a day of wandering. As I was out and about, I received a phone call from an Agency that came across my application and asked me if I was open to interviewing for a one week placement in the city as an Administration/Events Assistant for a Conference Speaker/Coach who facilitates corporate events for up to 150 professionals in a four-day session.

Being a Temp has its perks:

  1. You get paid weekly
  2. You have flexibility to say yes or no to contracts
  3. No week is the same (depending on the length of your contract)
  4. You meet new people
  5. You are exposed to new companies/industries
Sydney, Australia
August 7, 2019
My first job interview since 2013

I walked the twenty minutes from Central Station in the city and met with the Recruitment Consultant who gave me the run down of the company and job.

He spoke to me about my qualifications and asked me if I was okay taking on a one week placement, knowing I would be back to the (f)unemployed life once it has completed.

I am more than fine with it.

After my meeting, I went to my interview with the company who showed interest in me.

It was nerve-racking as I followed my GPS, the thirty minute walk felt like forever.

I walked into the office, it was a office shared space – I love these models, beautiful community can come out of it.

I was ushered into the boardroom to wait for the HR Manager and other members to interview me.

As everyone came in, I stood up, reached out my hand for the hand shake (as you read in the Instagram Post above, it was one of the moments I had to prepare for) and then sat opposite the HR Manager.

My interview began and instead of the scripted questions that were on their computers, we began to speak on my entire Radical Sabbatical journey and what it has been like to find work.

There was a lot of laughter and comforting from the team; we both agreed this could be my foot in the door to the workforce – opening the doors for other opportunities once employers see that I have worked in this country.

At the end of the interview, we parted with a hug (handshakes are overrated anyway) and I was on my way.

The next day, I was informed by the Agency that the team wanted me to join them for the week, calling my interview “genuine and unforgettable”.

I am going back to work tomorrow!

The moment I chose to accept how things were going and pivot from my previous path and go down another, things began to fall into place.

The same day, I received another phone call from another Agency in the city saying they were impressed with my background and wanted to interview me the week after my placement completed.

It’s only up from here, I’m going to be just fine.

“You have to change you thinking first, and then the evidence appears. Our big mistake is that we do it the other way around, we demand to see the evidence before we believe it to be true.”

Jen Sincero

So, friends.

Are you on a path to reach your goals and you are continuing to experience road blocks and setbacks?

Don’t scrap the goal, just pivot onto a different path and see where it leads.

It might be a small change with a big result.

Can’t wait to let you know how the week goes.

Onwards,

-Zaighum

*Restart*

“So take a deep breath,
Pick yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again”
-Frank Sinatra

Soaked by sea spray and rain on the ferry to Manly, NSW
July 4, 2019

Friends, let me tell you something that I hope you’re able to accept.

You’re allowed to press the “restart” button.

Press it as often as you want and as many times as you may need.

Seriously, you’re allowed.

After my massive meltdown last weekend, crying over all of my expectations that have fallen a part, I’ve scrapped all of my plans and I’m taking things day by day.

I can afford to, so I will.

Since making this decision, I’ve never felt so free.

“When you release expectations, you are free to enjoy things for what they are instead of what you think they should be” – Mandy Hale

With all of my free time, I’ve been getting out of the house to see places I’ve never taken the time to actually enjoy.

On average, I’ve been walking doing anywhere from 15,000 to 30,000 steps per day.

On Tuesday, I was brought to Bondi to do the Bondi to Coogee walk, a scenic 6km trek in Sydney’s eastern suburbs.

There was a spot on our walk where we stood for a little while. We stood at the edge a cliff and stared at the waves crashing against the rocks below. The sun was setting, the wind blew a steady breeze, and it felt as though no one was around except for us.

I felt an overwhelming sense of peace come over me.

Something in my heart whispered:

“This moment.
This moment right here?
This is what you were waiting for.”

“Smell the ocean, feel the sky; let your soul and spirit fly” – Van Morrison

On Wednesday, I did my regular trip to Cronulla.

Cronulla isn’t a busy tourist attraction like Bondi or Manly. The locals know about it, and that’s how I like it.

School was still in session this week (school holiday’s started this weekend), so the beach was extra empty during the day.

I walked up the stairs and made my way towards one of the private beaches I found back in 2015.

I love the walk just to get there. You can see all the beautiful houses, the architecture is so fascinating. There are different types of flowers and plants as you go along, I asked if I could pet every dog that walked by, and played peek-a-boo with the kids in the strollers as they passed by.

There are different vantage points that you can stop at and just absorb the view.

When I finally arrived at the hidden beach, no one was there.

I literally had the entire beach to myself.

Bliss.

I curled up on a rock, rolled up my sweater to use it as a cushion as I rested my head.

The sand just beyond the rock was not blemished by footprints, the water was still, and you could hear different birds chirping overhead.

There was a moment when I said out loud, “isn’t this beautiful?”

I propped myself up and looked around.

I forgot I was alone.

That is one of the trade-off’s about packing up your life and relocating to the other side of the world for a little while.

I don’t know a lot of people here, and the people that I do know work during the day.

I’ll get used to this kind of solitude in time.

“We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch – we are going back form whence we came” – President John F. Kennedy

On Thursday, I took the ferry to Manly.

I stood on the outside deck. My hair was blowing in the wind, the ferry was bouncing over the waves, and I was drenched from the rain and sea spray.

There is so much beauty along that route, I hope you have a chance to see it for yourself.

I got off the ferry and just started walking towards the beach.

Things have changed since the last time I went there, but I knew the route.

I got to the edge of the beach and looked around.

“Left or right” I asked myself.

I turned right, and began to walk along the seawall.

Manly, NSW
July 4, 2019

I love being by the water.

I don’t really like swimming in it, but the walk is always nice.

I was in an area I’ve never been to, so I had to look around specific landmarks to make sure I remembered them in case I got lost (something I am prone to experiencing when I’m in this country).

Manly, NSW
July 4, 2019

As I was wandering up the hills, I stumbled upon this staircase.

I stood at the bottom for a little while. How cool do they look?

These stairs represent everything that is happening to me during my Radical Sabbatical.

There are different flights of stairs that are in front of me right now. I won’t know what’s at the top unless I start climbing them. Sure, the unknown can be scary, but you have no idea what you’re missing until you start climbing!

Is there a flight of stairs that you are standing in front of?

What’s stopping you from the climb?

I hope you find the courage to start and see where it leads.

I climbed the staircase and followed the trail.

There were different vantage points that I found, the view was breath taking!

I found a bench near the third picture (the cliff & waves). I needed to sit down, my feet were killing me.

I looked around at the different people just steps away from me.

A tradie (tradesperson) was leaned over a ledge smoking his cigarette while his workmate eating lunch and blasting music from the truck in the parking lot. A family of tourists were taking a selfie nearby, propping their phone into a tree (their selfie timer game is WAY stronger than mine). A couple of backpackers were lounged out at the vantage point nearby. There was another couple taking a nap in their car in the parking lot.

People watching is so fun.

It is such a privilege to be in a position to just “be” for a little while. I saved for months knowing this might be my reality; now I get to live it.

I have a few things planned this week:

  1. I’ve been going to the gym from 6:00am – 6:45am, Monday – Friday. The people I see always ask me, “why are you here at 6am when you don’t have to?!” They’re right … why am I waking up this early?! I’ll think I’ll start going to the 6:45am sessions.
  2. Two more weeks until the Sutherland2Surf! I’ve never ran more than 10km, let alone in a group of other runners. I need to train hard.
  3. Bar hopping on Friday, that’ll be a good time. My friend from my RSA Course is from New Zealand. She doesn’t really know people around here either; so a couple of wanderers out on the town? Should be a good time.
  4. The family is getting together on Saturday for Happy Hour! A family who likes Day Drinking? These are my peeps!

So, that’s two days planned out.

Everything else is going to be on the fly, I’ll likely plan them out as I walk back home from the gym.

What a life.

Hope you have a great week, friends; can’t wait to tell what happens next!

Onwards,
-Zaighum

I’m STILL (f)unemployed and it’s time to start enjoying it!

“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the most of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.” – Gilda Radner

Taking the Shuttle Bus into the City because there’s Track Work being done in the suburbs.
June 29, 2019

I can’t believe I’ve been (f)unemployed for a month.

I really thought I’d be getting ready to go back to work by now.

It didn’t actually hit me until I was on the bus going home.

I’ve sent 65 Resumes in under two weeks.

That’s right, 65.

Of the 65 resumes I’ve sent out, I’ve had ONE interview (by phone).

Yup, just one.

Both the Talent Acquisition Specialist and I agreed that while the job was perfect for me, I would be spending four hours per day on the train (two hours there, two hours back).

I had no choice but to go back to the drawing boards.

I was devastated.

All of my work experience, all of my education, all of my volunteerism.

Wasn’t that enough? Am I not enough?

Can you believe someone is this distraught about not working?

At the height of my emotional breakdown and identity crisis, I got a surprise phone call from a friend of mine living in Calgary, AB.

We did the usual catch up, then things got real.

He asked me how much I had saved to go on this trip? I brought what the Government of Australia asks Working Holiday Applicants to have in cash (or access to) when you arrive in the country. He asked me if I was alone? I wasn’t, I’m surrounded by family who I can reach within an hour. He asked me if there was food in the fridge? There definitely was. He asked me who I was staying with? I am staying with my cousin and her fiancé.

Then he asked, “then why are you in such a rush to go back to work?”

I was getting frustrated, I began to well up and my voice finally cracked as I said, “because I don’t know who I am without one.”

Without missing a beat, he said, “you did not pack up your life in Canada to just do the same thing in Australia.”

How fortunate am I to have friends who are willing to call me out on my shit?

I know of people who had it far worse when they did their working holiday and just came home early.

That won’t be me.

Sure, I’m not where I had planned to be, but I’m going to be just fine. Everything is falling into place (even though I can’t see it).

Who do you have in your life who can give you the tough love that you need to snap out of your pity party?

Perhaps you might need to give them a call and receive a pep talk.

Maybe you have to give someone a similar talk like the one I just got? I wasn’t expecting it or even asked for it … but oh, did I ever need it!

I’m blessed.

NO … MORE … PITY … PARTIES
June 25, 2019

“Our self-identity should be defined as who we are as individuals. What we do for work is only a piece of our lives.” – Rachael Tulipano

So, I’m pressing pause on actively looking for employment for a little while. My “coffee shop job” isn’t going anywhere after all.

#wearyourpride
June 30, 2019

What am I choosing to do to make the time pass by?

I signed up for a one month gym membership (yes, I did). An acquaintance of mine told me about circuit training that he did at F45 Training. I will be going to the 6am classes, something that I was doing three days a week back home; I’m upping the game to try and do five a week!

I signed up for the 11km run! Sutherland 2 Surf is on Sunday, July 21st! It starts off in Sutherland and takes you all the way down to Wanda Beach in my favourite area Cronulla. I’ve never ran this kind of distance before and I’m so excited to push myself to do reach this new personal achievement!

“Whenever the rainbow appears in the clouds, I will see it an remember the everlasting covenant between God and all living creatures of every kind on the earth.”
Genesis 9:16 (NIV)
Cronulla, NSW
June 26, 2019

In order to get ready for my 11km run, I’ve decided I won’t just walk along my favourite beach … I’ll be running it! You can do a beautiful 10km run by running from South Beach to the Dunes and back. It’s a steady run along the boardwalk with beautiful ocean as far as your eye can see. I can’t wait!

Surry Hills, NSW
June 27, 2019

When I don’t have plans in the shire, you best believe I’ll be going into the city! On Thursday, I went out for coffee and brunch with a new friend. We ended up walking over 23,000kms around the city where we went bar hopping, saw new suburbs I’ve never been to, tried some new eateries, spoke about our education, and we even went dancing in an underground club. I actually enjoyed myself. Like, who am?!

The splitting headache that came the next morning.
June 28, 2019

I have a few items on the to-do list this week:

  1. Go to the Canadian Consulate and request my absentee ballot for our Federal Election (just because I’m in a different country, doesn’t mean I surrender my democratic duty as a Canadian)
  2. Continue to go Church Hopping to find a new community (super tough because a lot of these churches are quite conservative, sigh)
  3. Take my “not so little” cousin out into the city
  4. Buy more socks, another pair of jeans and flannel, it’s about to get colder (I think I’ll go to a few thrift shops for the flannel)
  5. Celebrate Canada Day (without Poutine, sigh)

As I kick off week three of my Radical Sabbatical, I’m retelling the valuable words from my friend Somi in my head:

“Zaighum, you are a human being, not a human doing”.

I hope they can help you on your own journey!

Onwards,
Zaighum

You’ve Got Mail!

“I get mail; therefore I am.” – Scott Adams

If only you were in the room when I got my first letter (you’d be handing me kleenex)

I was sitting at the centre island looking through job postings with Mark walked into the house with an envelope in his hand.

“You’ve got mail!”

I looked at him, slightly puzzled.

“What do you mean, ‘I have mail?'” I pondered to myself.

It hit me.

I HAVE MAIL!

That envelope was mine, and really, it couldn’t have come sooner.

It was my bank card.

I stared at the envelope in my hand; my name above my Australian address.

Celebrate the little things, right?

It wasn’t a little thing to me though, this was BIG!

I now have the following:

  1. Phone Number
  2. Address
  3. Transit Pass
  4. Bank Account
  5. Tax File Number (TFN)
  6. Unique Student Identifier (USI)
  7. Responsible Service of Alcohol (RSA) Certificate
  8. Responsible Conduct of Gambling (RCG) Certificate

Trust me, you want an Australian Phone Number when you are here. Pre-Paid Plans are cheap and data is super generous (believe me, choose Telstra). Oh, and if you start looking for work, you need one.

Your mail needs to go somewhere. For example, government documents or bank cards must be sent to a residential address. Any other mail can be sent to a post office box if you have one. Also, you need to continuously update your address on your visa site in case the Government needs to reach you.

To get around, Transport Sydney is your best mode of transportation. The locals have mixed feelings towards it, I think it’s AMAZING. I’ve had the same Opal Card since 2015; “Tap On, Tap Off” was here long before Compass in Vancouver.

I opened a $0 Fee Monthly Account with nab and just got my Debit/Visa within a week. It’s nice to not have to carry cash everywhere or keep it in an envelope under the bed.

Before you start working, you need to get a Tax File Number so you can be taxed at the right rate. Failure to get one can make the Australian Government tax you at the highest Tax Bracket. Oh, this is super important if you are “temporarily leaving Canada”, the Canadian Government taxes your income being earned while abroad (gross).

When you take a nationally recognized training course, you need a Unique Student Identifier through the Australian Government. It helps ensure all records for the same person in the collection stays together, regardless of which training provider delivers the training. Without one, you cannot get your certificate or other evidence of your nationally recognized training outcomes.

Many hospitality jobs in Sydney require you to hold BOTH a valid RSA & RCG certification in accordance to Liquor & Gaming NSW.
Suck it up. Get both.

So this next one is quite fun. One of the best places to work (in my humble opinion) when you’re a traveler is at a local RSL (The Returned & Services League of Australia). These clubs are everywhere in Australia! You can hear the “Pokie Machines” (poker machine/slot machine) ringing throughout the club. There’s usually gym services/spas for members to use. Oh, and of course there is plenty to eat and drink. To work in these facilities, you need to hold a RSA/RCG Certificate. These courses are usually offered at a local site for about six hours (or do both in a day in twelve; not thanks). It’s delivered a workshop setting. You attend, learn, participate, write a final test and if you pass, you walk away certified!

Your boy just got BOTH of them!

Post Night Class Reward

Once you get need your temporary certificates in your email, print them and bring them to your local ServiceNSW Office. Don’t forget to show your Passport & Driver Licence for ID (they need to match whatever is going to be on the RSA/RCG Card, get your photo taken (best believe I’ll be doing my hair for that), and in four weeks (yay, another piece of mail) you’ll have a special ID Card that shows hospitality employers that you are certified and eligible to work for them. The card must be on me at all time when I’m working and you must present it upon request to Liquor & Gaming Officers or the NSW Police if they are on the premises; see, you really do need to be certified!

Well, that’s what I got so far! It’s just after 1am and I have a busy rest of the week ahead.

Next on the “to-do” list, figure out when I’m going to Melbourne?

Oh, and I also got over the flu thanks to the classic Filipino Remedy I grew up on, “Bicks”.

I’m on the mend!

Until the next update!

Onwards,
Zaighum

This is my “New Normal”

Royal National Park
NSW, Australia
(June 22, 2019)

“If you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.” – Dolly Parton

Nothing is normal as I wrap up my first week in Australia.

For example, I have a the flu.

I do not get sick very often, this isn’t normal.

Today, I’ve been laying in bed with a bin full of kleenex on the floor beside me, bundled under the sheets, coughing and shaking, and lathered in every Filipino’s favourite remedy; Vicks (Biks) Vapour Rub.

Flu vs. Zaighum
Flu: 1 | Zaighum: 0

Evenings are getting as low as six degrees celsius in Sydney.

I’ve noticed that homes in Australia do a great job letting out the heat in the summer, but are not built for insulation in the winter.

I haven’t experienced an Australian winter since 2003, and I was only ten years old; I didn’t really pay attention to the temperature back then.

I’m currently sleeping under a sheet, a duvet, and two additional blankets.

I remember packing clothes in my suit cases and saying to myself, “Flannel? In Straya? I’ll leave this at home.”

Regret.

For someone who is (f)unemployed and on a Working Holiday, I have been quite busy. It’s been go-go-go since I landed, I really haven’t given myself a “day off”. While the home that I live in is absolutely beautiful, I’ve never enjoyed being cooped up inside. Now I’ve been forced to do the very thing I don’t like doing. This isn’t normal.

On Wednesday, I went out to the shops to buy some sweaters, windbreakers, and shoes. Everything was on sale (and of course I went to K-Mart for the cheap stuff).

I even bought interview friendly clothing. A pair of black shoes, some slacks, and a purple and blue button down.

It’s time to start looking for work, something I haven’t had to do since 2012.

I’m not looking for anything specific, doesn’t need to be full time, doesn’t need to be in my field. Just needs to be something to do; I really need a social life and meet people.

I’ve sat in front of my computer looking through job postings on LinkedIn, scrolling through the hundreds of jobs that sound interesting and that meet my skill-set.

I really don’t know what I’m going to do.

Here’s the thing about being on a Working Holiday Visa in Australia:

  1. You can work for any company for a maximum of six months
  2. You cannot accept a Government job or work at a bank
  3. IF you want to stay an additional year, you must do specified work in a rural area of the country; usually some type of agriculture job

Now let’s be real here.

Can you imagine me working on some farm in the middle of nowhere?

If you saw the episode of Schitts Creek where the Amish basically begged David’s family to take him back; that would be me if I had to do specified work.

Schitts Creek
Season 2, Episode 1
Finding David

I love being in Australia, I don’t love it that much.

Not a lot of companies want to hire someone, train them, integrate them into their system, then have them leave in six months.

I don’t blame them; but I wish they would give me a chance.

A lot of people have asked me why I would be stupid enough to move to the other side of the world without a job.

It’s a valid question, at times I ask myself the same thing.

I’ve been asked time and again why I didn’t try and arrange a job with my previous employer.

It’s not that easy.

You see, I’ve wanted to come to Australia since 2015 but one of the things stopping me was my love for my job.

So I used to hold onto this idea of living in the country I loved and work for the company that I loved.

You know the saying, “have your cake and eat it too”; that’s what I had hoped for.

I worked hard to build my network, I visited our Australia office in 2015, 2016 and 2018. I turned “LinkedIn Connections” into friends.

My colleagues in Australia encouraged me to pursue this dream. They would tell me, “you need to move to Australia already, there will always be work here,”

It wasn’t a promise for work, or a commitment in any way/shape/form. It was a possibility, a glimmer of hope; and it was the push I needed to pursue my dream.

So, I wrote some thank you cards to some of my old colleagues who are now my “mates” (their word, not mine; you’ll never hear me call someone “mate”. I prefer “friend” or “pal”) to simply say “thank you” for giving me the hope that I needed to pursue my radical sabbatical. Regardless of their decision, I couldn’t have gotten here without them.

McDonald’s Australia (Maccas) National Office
Thornleigh, NSW, Australia
(June 21, 2019)

Now, enough about the rant of my work struggles, let me tell you what I’ve been up to!

I finally went for a run this week, I need to find a new way to stay active while I’m here. I did 5km in my neighbourhood, it was glorious. I’m training for a 1/2 Marathon in Vancouver when I come back in 2020, I need to start training now. There’s an 11km run coming up called the Sutherland 2 Surf, all the locals have been telling me about it. I think I’m going to do it, it looks like a lot of fun. I might as well do something with all the free time that I have, right?

I did the usual tourist thing in the city. I went down to Circular Quay to see the Sydney Harbour Bridge and Sydney Opera House. I can’t even count how many times I’ve visited the area just to look at both sites; they continue to take my breath away.

I went for a hike on Saturday with my cousin, Mahrck (Bubz to all of us). We went to Royal National Park. I’m very fortunate that it’s really just around the corner from where I live down in Engadine. You gotta look at this post I made on Instagram, the video of the water crashing along the rocks literally brought me to tears; I still cannot believe I live here!

This is my new normal. I am letting go of the obsession of being in control and instead, face my radical sabbatical day-by-day. In doing this, I feel like I’m stranded in the rain (and it’s actually supposed to rain all week, sigh). Nothing is working out the way I had planned:

  1. No job (not that I can even start till after July 1st)
  2. Haven’t determined my running route (I know the beach route, need to figure out the neighbourhood root); I really need to get active once again
  3. No social life; I need some hobbies (that’ll come with work and getting out of the house more often)
  4. Wasted an entire day in my home due to the flu

I need to stop planning, and instead live in the present; truly embrace “Carpe Diem”seize the day.

So, as I sit on the couch, bundled under a blanket with the rugby game playing in the background, I am reminding myself of two VERY important realities:

  1. I am on a Working Holiday Visa, emphasis on the HOLIDAY part. I’m here because I was burnt out from my life in Vancouver and needed to completely disrupt my reality.
  2. I JUST got here. I have 51 more weeks in this country and I can make it up as I go. It’s not all going to be figured out in one week and it may not be figured out until I leave.

I catch myself saying, “Zaighum, you need to be kind to yourself.” Try that sometimes, we are our own worst critic after all.

Are you in the midst of your own excessive rain fall? The torrential down pour can be frustrating, especially where you don’t see the sun breaking through the clouds. Sometimes we try and find shelter in things that still let the rain in or get completely blown away in the storm.

Don’t lose hope.

The rain will pass. The clouds will break. The sun will shine.

Your rainbow is coming.

Can’t wait to tell you what happens in Week 2, I think I’m going on a road trip…

Onwards,
Zaighum

I Don’t Know What I’m Doing, and That’s Okay.

This picture was taken shortly after our Captain said, “Ladies & Gentlemen, we are making our final descent into Sydney”

“It’s better to look back on life and say, ‘I can’t believe I did that,’ than to look back and say, ‘I wish I did that.'” – Unknown

Jet lagged.

I woke up yesterday morning at 2am, then 4am, then 5am, then finally wide awake at 8am.

Sydney, Australia is 17 hours ahead from Vancouver, Canada.

I rolled out of bed and made my way into the kitchen. The kettle was already on, Mark (my cousin’s fiancé) was on the computer a few steps away, and it was time for breakfast. A cup of tea and some toast with honey and peanut butter was my chosen meal. I walked onto the deck and sat at the bottom of the steps. It was hitting me, I was actually here.

I live in Engadine, a suburb in Southern Sydney. Engadine is located about 45 minutes (by train) from the Sydney CBD (Central Business District) in the local government area of the area I grew up in, Sutherland Shire.

Mark’s home is at the end of his street. He put his heart and soul into building it. It’s has four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a massive kitchen with a centre island, and a large living/dining area. The windows allow for the natural light to shine in when there’s sun. The deck looks over the backyard which has swimming pool, granny flat (a rental unit) with private gazebo, and greenery as far as the eye can see. Beside the swimming pool, there is an outdoor kitchen area which Mark and my cousin Lovella call “Banksia Bar”, which has a built in BBQ, full service bar and kitchen, plenty of seating, and even a washroom.

When I opened the cupboard, this was the only mug available. How fitting? It takes a lot of strength to completely disrupt your routine and move to the other side of the world to follow a dream. It’s an accomplishment.
(I need to keep reminding myself that it is an accomplishment)

Once you arrive in Australia, there are two things you need to get in order:

  1. Lodge a request for a Tax File Number (TFN)
  2. Open up a Bank Account

I finished the application for the TFN in a few minutes and was informed I would receive it within 28 Days.

If you do a Working Holiday in Australia, you should open a bank account with nab (National Australia Bank). All you need to open your account is:

  1. Passport
  2. Boarding Pass (from your flight into Australia)
  3. Drivers License
  4. Working Holiday Visa Grant Number
  5. A phone number

Sounds like a simple process, right?

Of course not, because I have to do it.

First, I walked out of the train station and wandered up and down the streets looking for the bank. Google Maps failed to tell me that the bank was inside the mall (sigh). Once I got into the mall, the directory made no sense to me and I wandered the halls for about fifteen minutes. When I finally found the bank, they were lined out the door. Once it got to my turn, I was told the next available appointment with an account manager wouldn’t be for another two hours.

After killing time shopping (which is always dangerous when you do not have a source of income), I went back to the bank for my appointment.

I met James, one of the account manager’s. He was awesome, super personable; kindest guy you’ll ever meet. He recently got married, and him and his wife will be doing a one month trip in South America.

As he was setting up my account, he asked me what I planned to do while in Australia?

He was the first local to ask me that question.

I sat there in front of him and stared at the table between us; the small funds I had brought over with me, my travel documents, and papers to sign scattered across the top.

I looked up at him, unsure what to say.

You see, I have a series of well calculated and politically correct responses to this question. I’ve been giving variations for the last two weeks, perhaps you’ve heard them:

  1. I’m going to go on adventures
  2. Find work that relates to my field of study
  3. Looking to expand my personal and professional life experience
  4. It’s my “eat, pray, love” year
  5. Following my dream of living abroad

The pressure of always having these carefully thought out responses has been exhausting.

I smiled at him. James doesn’t know me. We just met and we will likely never see each other again. I am one of the hundreds of clients he will meet over the next six months, so I had nothing to lose by speaking my truth.

“I don’t know what I’m doing, and that’s okay.”

I paused waiting to see what his reaction was going to be.

“That’s so inspiring, I’m so excited for you!”, he exclaimed.

It was?

Relocating to the other side of the world with a heart full of dreams and nothing lined up is inspiring?

Alright.

I need to allow myself to be okay with where I am at right now.

I cannot start work till July because that marks a new tax year for Australians. I need to revamp my resume and cover letter and begin reaching out to the network that I have built over the last four years to inquire about employment opportunities. I have to read over job opportunities, research the company, prepare questions, and go through an entire application/interview process. I need to be prepared for rejection; one of my biggest fears both personally and professionally.

I need to accept two things: I may not get the jobs that I have hoped for and I may need to settle for the serving job at the local cafe.

These are okay things.

I’ve already broken the traditional narrative that has been laid out for millennial’s to follow:

  1. Get a degree
  2. Get a job
  3. Build your career
  4. Start a family
  5. Buy a house
  6. Plan for retirement

No where in that narrative does it say: go and live.

My friend Somi called me before I flew out and said, “Zaighum, you are a human being, not a human doing.

So I finished my day in my favourite spot in Sutherland Shire, Cronulla Beach. I did my usual routine, walk along the boardwalk and just sit for awhile and just be.

Cronulla Beach, NSW, Australia
(June 18, 2019)

I was walking back to the train after my time of reflection and received a message through Instagram from a colleague I went to College with.

Here’s what she said:

“Hey Zaighum! I know we haven’t talked since our one class at Douglas (which was over five years ago) but I just wanted to say I’m so, so excited for you and this new chapter in your life. I have been following your updates vicariously and I felt the same excitement you felt when I decided to move to Thailand for a year. I know for a fact that you will learn so much about yourself, make life long memories, but more important, meet people that will inspire you. It’s going to be a crazy ride but it will be so worth it in the end. Best of luck, stay safe and simply be in the moment.”

By the moment I got to the end of the message I sat on a park bench with my face in my hands.

I’m not only going to be fine, I’m going to thrive.

So, if you are in a place in your life where you are not sure what the heck you’re doing, please accept these words:

That’s okay.

Onwards,
-Zaighum