Introductions: Life between Byron Bay, Graduate School, and Train Schedules

Byron Bay is a beach city about 2 hours drive from Brisbane, its an epic place. 

The Arts Factory is a kick ass place, they've got a bar at the hostel. 

Well done Byron, well done.

Consistent with all my Australian beach trips, I had a hard time getting there: 

There was a bus one time, once in Australia, that left at 11 on a Friday. Then another bus also, that left at 2, then another bus at 4. I had class on that Friday from 9 to 5 and missed all of those buses.
I ended up hooking up with a 2 hour ride from an airport shuttle down to Byron, for about 5 bucks more than the 4 hour rides I missed on Friday. So, I guess I got a deal.

There was another time I had a bit of trouble getting to a beach: Sunshine coast.

I had read the train schedule as any logical person would - as a train schedule. However, said train schedule did not suggest that it may also double as a bus schedule. So my 9:03 train from Nabour was actually a bus that was leaving from the same depot. I thought I was reading a train schedule, and the 9:03 mark, would mean it was a train - I didn't see the * at the bottom of the page, ugh.

Good times. 

Other than the beach v. me, life is good.

One day I will figure the best, cheapest, and (ergo) easiest way out to a beach. One day.

Sunshine, and Byron were awesome despite the b.s. School is good; it keeps me interested, passionate, busy, and focused. The pig, cigarettes, and trips to the beach take away from that focus, and also put me in situations that don't agree with my journey for an advanced degree.

Those beach trips or nights out in Brizzy are fun though. I've met a bunch of really good people. (which is a big part of traveling).

I'm pretty sure UQ took over Byron for those days: 

 

 and i got to sleep in a jungle... 

Monday comes tomorrow, and I've got a week ahead of me. Likely four 18 hour days, but, that's life. A presentation, a quiz, and a video due that shows my counseling skills as of now. (read): exactly what I was doing at the hospital. A video of me and a client that I choose.

I like to be challenged as I am at Uni now (uni: college in Australian). I like, to be told I don't know what I'm talking about, and, have to defend my position. It reminds me of why I am in this whole thing. It's good to be introduced to two characters: one who says I will move to Australia, and one who says I won't. Its good to be forced to be successful.

Work hard, play hard.

Live high, ya'll.