How the Day Sounds

So before I embark off to yet another country, I figure I’d write one last post of all the random things that keep popping into my head and then I think “Oh! I need to tell people at home about that…”

I’m loving Aussie life more and more. It’s just so much more relaxed. Namely the fact that I’ve never paid to dry my clothes here. Everyone just hangs them up on the line outside. I don’t know why I love this so much, but I do, and I get such joy out of hanging my clothes up on the line.

One thing I DO NOT get joy out of is locking myself out of my room. Maybe it’s the fact that GCC is probably the safest place I will ever know and so the whole locking doors thing hasn’t clicked yet, but I’ve locked myself out multiple times (this week). Although it’s not so bad because I discovered the windows here just pop out from the outside. Which is all fine and dandy until you get caught by your RA asking you if you’re locked out and you sheepishly reply “yes… again.” Awesome.

I meant to tell you all this when I first got below the equator, but the toilets do NOT flush the opposite direction. Well, they might, but all the toilets here are dual flush (I feel like I might’ve told you all this already…. oh well) and so it kind of just goes down. Although I was thinking about it and I don’t even know if I could tell you what direction the water spins in the US, so…

Walking around barefoot is lot more common here. I’ve seen people in the grocery store, the outside plaza, Cold Rock (this awesome ice cream just like… you guessed it, Cold Stone) all walking around barefoot. Which is kind of weird/kind of awesome.

One last final story about my life. I think I need to get a mousetrap. A few weeks ago, I woke up to this rustling sound in my trash can. I freak out (because if it’s loud enough to wake me up in the middle of the night, it’s a big deal) and flick on the lights only to see a mouse fly out of my garbage and sneak out underneath my door. Ew. And now, they’re back. I have literally seen a mouse in my room the last 3 nights in a row. I’m starting to calm down about it more and more because they just run around and then leave, but I feel like Sara from The Little Princess, curled up in my threadbare sheets while the mice scurry around beneath me. Lovely. I hope everyone got the Little Princess reference… (And my sheets aren’t really threadbare, I just pretend they are for dramatic effect.)

Now off to NZ I go!