Between the smiles and my rigid availability, there was a slim to none chance of me getting the job. I went to school four days a week and this really affected my job search. Even if I did get a job, my availability wasn’t very flexible and this made a difficult situation even more difficult.
Maryanne, the owner of the house, gave me a tour round the property; she showed me the room I would be renting and it was a decent size with a walk-in closet that was already serving as a mini storage. During the tour around the house, I noticed the house seemed unkept. The backyard was overgrown, shelves were collecting dust, the swimming pool was dirty and the kitchen seemed cramped with too many appliances.
He was a bit more excited to have met a Nigerian than I felt being Nigerian at the time. I later learnt that he had previously studied in Canada where he met a Nigerian girl who became his house mate and helped him improve his English language speaking skills. The downside to this was he felt he knew all there was about Nigeria from meeting just one of us and he proceeded to share his knowledge with the group.
I walked around a lot during my first week in Sydney and this meant I got to see and observe different places and people. What struck me as odd was the number of homeless people I saw on the streets especially at night. This was a stark contrast to the vision of picturesque and glamour I had in mind. My Nigerian mind could not…
This was a very tricky one. After my first night at the backpackers, I didn’t feel as jet-lagged as most people would feel after such a long journey. Since I arrived at midnight, I had a couple of hours of sleep and then set out to explore; mainly to find my school, University of New South Wales, in the morning. At this point, I hadn’t quite figured out the transportation system and I am quite geographically challenged so I had a very long day of wandering about.
Needless to say, my legs cramped up almost half way through the second half of the journey. I remember twisting and turning uncomfortably in my seat, trying to find a comfortable enough position to nap. There was a guy seated next to me who kindly offered me his shoulder to rest my head.
Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton