I joined the ranks of real Sydneysiders today. I went to work.
I mean, what's the worst thing that could happen? I make a mistake and they realise I'm not as good as they thought I might be and I get on a plane to the other side of the world.
The place is great, the people are friendly. I have four patients. Four. It was great to have some adult company but it made me homesick. I've realised it's real life now, not a holiday. I miss my house, pictures on the walls, proper furniture, nice rugs, enough cutlery. I just want to go out for dinner with my friends and have people over and go visit the nannas. I want somebody to understand my sense of humour.
I miss having a dishwasher without cockroaches in it. One that I'll actually use.
"You're English aren't you?" said Jane, my new colleague. "I'll bet you have an issue with Cadbury's chocolate. You see Julie over there - she's English as well; has a huge problem with Cadbury's". It's good to know you're not completely alone.
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