RIP Fo.Kley's: I'm a Sentimentalist, I like to be Reminded.

I lost a pair of sunglasses I bought about a year-and-a-half ago in Bali today. They died well.

I lost them on the same side of the Pacific Ocean as I bought them, though, they have been to 3 different contents since I've got them.

They were with me from Notre Dame, to a certain corporate coffee shop. From Busan, to codes on 3...to Brisbane. They meant a lot to me, but, so does doing really well in school which starts next week. They helped me learn my priorities, my principles.

- have fun
- deliver the best
- do the right thing
- take ownership
- know what time it is
- keep focused

...know what time it is.  It is not time for a code on 3, it is time for school-ing; to deal with code on 3.

Today, I bought a new pair of sunglasses which will hopefully never see me be exhausted after codes. They never see me write personal statements, or, take a ten-minute break from said corporate coffee shop, as the ones before them did.

These lenses will watch me quit smoking.

These sunglasses will likely be part of my motorcycle helmet too...they will be with me as I'm exhausted from school. They will likely get taken out by a wave one day at the Gold Cost - just like the last pair. They'll be with me as I consider the idea of a PhD - and a half-a-mil in debt.

They are (at the end of the day), an inanimate object. They are just sentiment to those codes on 3, those bikes, those kiddos on 2, or those arcane objectives I had to get to this point in my life. 

Things are just things, and, money is just money (McConnell, S., 2009).

My motorcycle key still rests on my backpack from when I rode it. I still have the Red Sox hat Lexi bought me from 2008. My board shorts that Kendall sat on still are in my possession. The things I have through this journey remind me of where I am, and, what I needed to do to get here.

Here (read: MA in Counselling - fucking finally).

There is nothing better than running codes in a Vetnamese necklace. Or, walking around Australia with a camera that took a picture of Stonehenge and the Colosseum in Rome once. There is nothing better than a victory dance; even if it means raising a beer to a pair of sunglasses.

There's nothing better than having beers in Australia, in a pair of scrubs I got in Austin.

It reminds me of where I came from:
- "code gray - 3rd floor PICU."
- 5 shot, 3 pump, soy chai with no-foam?
- "ego, teacher, ego?"

Scrubs, hats, coffee mugs, (et., .al) in Brizzy will remind me of that life / buddies I left in Austin or Mokpo. They will remind me of what I did to earn those pictures I've taken, those beers i had, those cigs I used to smoke, and those times I was done with working towards Brizzy.

Cheers to work finally, working, for me. Cheers to next week - lets do this! Let me adapt the same way I did in Europe, in Asia, and finally, in Australia. Cheers to those sunglasses I'll never see again. To scrubs, to coffee mugs I bought after meeting Coach K. To that lighter after that kid told me they listened to me, or, that hat I'm wearing right now.

Cheers to life - cheers to 'what is next.'


Live High ya'll.

Plans

 

Damn. So, this is where I’ll be going to school. This is where I’ll take my breaks and consider which theoretical approach I’ll use during counseling, study my ass off, and (likely) also where I’ll mull over the idea of getting a PhD.

Here's a bit of campus: this is the Great Court.

 

Through that, is the jungle of UQ

  

This, is on the way out of the psych building.

  

Holy crap: I get to go to school here. 

I got into Brisbane about noon on Tuesday, got in my apartment, and found my way to a coffee shop. My roommates seem like good guys, Mitch (Australian, 18 - who is at a movie), and A.nand (Indian, 28 - below), are sharing my 3-bedroom.

They’re good guys, and Mitch seems very concerned about my transition to Brisbane. He’s told me how to handle the buses, the trains, the cabs, the aborigines, and the tricky-shower. Mitch has lived in Brisbane all his life, and, is excited about getting started in school.

Let's take a walk through the new swamp (read: my apartment). 

This is the area across the street from the bus station...

 

Through the living room:

Onto the massive porch...

The view from the porch...

...and at night.

 

Moving, cross-continental:

From unpacking everything I own: 

 To unpacking everything I wanted - I really need to do laundry :-\

 

 This is the view from my own little balcony outside my room. 

I live in a very accessible city, trains and buses are everywhere. My apartment is right next to a train station, but apparently its only if I’m going downtown. I can hear the rumbling from the train outside my room it until it stops running at midnight. Its kind of a weird comforting sound - like there's always something going on. 

(me thinks that the feeling all grad students have, its like stress to the 8th power).

I live in a the part of town called Toowong, which is kind of the newer-student living area. Not quite built to suit the students, but, almost there. I’m about 20 minutes from the river, which has a ferry called the "city cat" that zig-zags its way from U.Q to downtown – I’m just far away from all of the stops. Brisbane is also packed with many different cultures – I’ve already seen like 47 Koreans, and, there’s a few Iranians sitting next to me.

…praise allah – brudder. (maybe I shouldn’t say that)

There is a coffee shop on every corner, a bank every 20 steps, a pharmacy every-other-store, and a bar every block. Its pretty nice right now – 80 in the shade, but, humidity makes it 90.

My apartment has one A/C in the living room – it doesn’t reach my room.

School is about a 15-minute bus ride, and this kick ass coffee shop is about 10 minutes down the road. Australia doesn’t do Iced-Coffee’s, but I’ve taught my good friend "Jonhno" at this place how to make an Iced-Americano, which got me through Korea.

My apartment has no plates, no blankets, no rugs, nothing to domesticate myself properly. So, no worries mother, I’ve found K-mart. Yes, the classy K-Mart is huge here and is in a massive office building. Unlike everything else, it’s pretty cheap. I bought a $3.00 20 oz Coke there. My coffee I’m drinking (all of 12 ounces) was $4.50.

Speaking of really expensive things...

Orientation is on Feb. 20th, and school starts the week after that. I'm taking 4 classes, and my projected graduation date is November of 2013. My visa expires in March of 2014, so, we'll just play this whole thing by ear.

I didn't realize it when I applied, that I was applying to such a great school - I didn't want to get into my own head when I was interviewed.

I feel absolutely privileged to come here. As if, I did well in my undergrad...got a 4.0, got a 1430 on the GRE, did well in adolescent psychology, and had this whole thing planned all along.

A plan that nothing to do with Korea, with Seton, with Florida State, and all the schools that told me I wasn't good enough to do what I did everyday at the hospital.

The challenge at UQ and beyond is palpable, but is also what makes this it so much more intense.

I cannot wait to start school, to prove those Bobcat, Cougar, & Seminole's (et. al) wrong.

Live High ya'll.

Why I Work: A few Colored Pencils from Randalls

There’s a beer to my right, a victory cigar to my left, and, my bare feet rest ontop of the railing over looking the pacific. Mumford and Sons is interrupted every once in a while by the crashing waves of the pacific ocean. My computer is charged, my Visa is valid, my flight is good, and my apartment in Austin / Brisbane are paid for.

Life is good.

Work is good.

I’m glad those are two different sentences.

Work is very, very, good. Work got me here:

Work was a bit of a pain-in-the-ass to be honest, it wasn’t easy getting here. I think that’s why I chose Laguna for a ‘victory-dance’ over this whole thing.

Speaking of work, there was a kiddo once who was the epitome-of-depressed, and, I decided that I will find a way to make her smile – that was my only goal that day. After an epic-battle of ‘questions’ (which she totally won), I stepped back and realized what her laughter really meant. I realized why I left Korea, and, the bad-assery of that job.

I realised, what Ann (boss lady) really meant when I left report for the last time...

(Me): “teach a man to fish,”

(Ann): “…exactly.”

I drink to you Yosuf.

I realised what I define as real-success. Not the beaches in Nam or Laguna, the beers in Moes or at Baby Blues. Its not the cars or bikes I drive, the hotels I have, or, the type of sunglasses I have. Hell, its not even about that crap-paycheck from the hospital for that matter. Its about what I want, where I want to go, and what I want to do for these kiddos.

Even if success is as simple as ‘questions.’

Game of Questions: literally, passing a ball back-and-forth between people and only asking questions. You cannot answer, if you do, you lose. Kiddos loved it.

To me defining success was not by the material objects, xbox's, trips to laguna, motorcycles, or skydiving trips…it was simple stuff that we did, that added up, to a successful ride through a psyche hospital. Even if its as simple as working for the patient, not, working for the hospital. As simple as a few colored pencils from Randalls, a bar of soap, or a number off a cell phone. Its as simple, to me, as a smile for the epitome-of-depressed kid.

All the while, mind you, working to get to a graduate degree at a school in Australia – but, not getting paid for it. Working, 77 hours one week at a mental hospital, and, finding an apartment in a different continent (everything.involved.with.uq., et. al).

Her smile was well worth those 77 hours.

This whole Laguna trip was expensive, and, well worth every dollar. It reminded me of why I'm going to school, got me in the right-mindset to leave the country (again), and I think I just needed a sense of peace with it all. A sense of peace, a confident-mind, a feeling that "everything is gonna to be alright." I think, I needed, what this monk has:

Right, so, what’s next?

Laguna Beach for 2 days, a 13 hour flight to Auckland, New Zealand…then a 3 hour flight to Brisbane. These 2 days have been exactly what I wanted them to be. I got in on Sunday around 3, took those pictures, then met the local Laguna crowd. Not as, Laguna-ey (read: douchey), as I thought they would be – MTV must have photo-shopped that high school in.

…not that I’ve ever seen that show, or, anything.

I’m ready to start school, I’m anxious for this flight. I’m excited and nervous, I’ve got what I call “skydive legs," where I can feel my heart-beating in the soles of my feet. Its time to do this already! I feel like I’ve been standing in the tunnel to run out on the field, in my own Super Bowl I call a graduate degree. Bah, lets do this!

What’s next, already!?!

I start school on the 3^rd of March, and Orientation begins on Feb. 20^th. I wanted a month in Brisbane, I decided on one more week at work and only 3 weeks before it all starts – it was worth it. I’m gonna miss that job. And that week payed for this hotel.

I’ve got 4 hours to kill, I just want the damn ball already!

Live high, ya’ll.