Hey, its me again. Do you remember me? Well you’ve certainly haven’t got enough of me yet I hope. Well I’ve been keeping busy these past days. You know the usual, Netflix, eating, sleeping, studying, Netflix, eating, sleeping, and well studying. But I’m back and better than ever. I honestly do not know how to start my ‘moving to another country experience explanation’ to you people. And here we go, my decision making problems. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, then I suggest you go read my first blog post before reading this one. Thanks. I’ve gotten a lot of complements about my first blog post, and many comments. And by the way, there all from my friend Hallie, shoutout to Hallie! yay. No but seriously, you should see my comment from Jesus, its spectacular, it says “I thought your blog was very holy and sacred!!! AMEN.” That is a quality comment everyone. Okay I should really get to the point of this blog post. And God knows how long that will take. Haha, Jesus, God. I’m hilarious. Well once again, Rebecca, get to the fricking point.
So as you all know by now, it all started 4 years ago when my dad came home from work as usual. He had a weird face, like not as weird as it usually is but you get what I mean. I’m joking, sorry dad I love you. And he sat down and really all of a sudden had a highly serious face. My family all sat down, and he told us that he had been offered a job in Australia.Like I didn’t even know Australia existed. I was 10 for christ sake. Still joking, hehe. But it wasn’t really a country I had thought of before, it was so far away. Like 24 hours away. I was so shocked after those words came out of my father’s mouth. What happens next after that is blurry, I don’t really remember what happened. All I know is that I was mad. And for the people who has seen me mad, it is NOT a pretty sight. Anyways within 6 months of sadness, anger and frustration, and of course moving from MY FAVOURITE HOUSE EVER!
We took our boat and got off to Australia. Of course it took us a couple of decades, but it was all fine in the long run. I am totally joking, again. We took a plane, and let me remind you, it was 24 HOURS! We arrived in Australia, and we moved into our house. Which was furnished, because we OF COURSE had to wait 3 months for our furnitures to come to Australia. I started school 2 weeks after we moved to Australia. And of course I chose the wrong uniform to wear on the first day. So yeah, my first day of school sucked. I even cut my finger in cooking class. Oh and I started in term 4 in year 5 btw. The first month of school literally sucked. I wasn’t sure about my english and the level of my confidence wasn’t even low, it was lower than low, okay? So of course there were many mean kids that teased me about my english and the way I looked. Like I can’t help the way I look, if you get distracted by my beautiful blonde hair and my Scandinavian face, then that’s your problem. Haha still joking.
And well I guess life moved on, though it was really tough being without my best friend, Julia. It was like a 9 hour difference with our timezones, so it was difficult to connect in the beginning. Surprisingly, me and Julia couldn’t be more connected than now. Love you Julia. And well now I’m in high school, life’s good. At the moment. Who knows, I might move to another country soon. But the best part of it, you’ll never know what will happen tomorrow, so be grateful for today.
Ps. Sorry this blog post is long, but if you complain, the next one will be longer. Cheers.