As per usual, I find myself in a situation where borderline delusional dreams and more concrete plans need to be made to fit into the same space. My time as a post-grad lit student comes to a close within the next few months hence it’s time for that semi-existential crisis thought of what comes after yet again. sigh.
I loved freelance writing and being the social-media and web person for my first employer and then for the studio. But the whole reason for adding the Master’s was to become more professional, more qualified and versed in the world of stories and story telling after all. A thought that now seems a bit trivialised by the – let’s face it – regression into the massively infantilised uni-environment.
That being said, I love being a student. Moving to this smallish uni town and returning to Germany once again for this degree has been a wonderful experience. I’ve met the best people, was given amazing opportunities both work and private life related and, I have to admit one of my favourite things about this time has been that I got and still get to talk to people who are as obsessed with words, stories, books, the development of books in this new age and everything about it – AND I even get credits for this. It’s almost like being payed, except for it’s really nothing like being payed.
Truly a wonderful time.
But, now that its just a bit over half a year to go before I graduate, I got the bug. The adventure bug. The working with creatives and being creative and create bug. The moving bug.
My initial and most natural idea was applying for jobs back in the US. Easy as pie. I’ve been sending out applications and am feeling rather good about it. Some got derailed to Canada. No biggie.
I’m expanding my map tho, sending cvs to the UK, and am currently working out how employable Europe might find me in general. Nice thought, getting to stay for another while.
But then the unexpected happened. A novel idea to me. Australia. A wonderful, creative, book-bursting place that has a great bonus of warmth. It might not be a place seeking for foreign creatives but I like me a challenge.
The position offered to me might turn out to pose some logistic problems, scheduling my dissertation and the required move could be impossible. That door, however only in my mind, is opened now, though, and I keep finding myself looking at Melbourne avenues and cafes, Sydney beaches and nightlife. I’m smitten by this great unknown place on the other side of our pretty little planet.
Here’s Buzzfeed’s 59 Reasons living in Sydney ruins you for Life