Thursday, October 28, 2010

The Itch I Had to Scratch


Why Australia?  I can’t even count the number of times I’ve been asked this question over the past year.  Potential employers quizzed me during interviews.  Family and friends queried when I told them our plans.  And everyone (coworkers, patients, everyone) I meet out here asks, often incredulously, stupefied I would leave the glitz and glamour of Las Vegas for sleepy Brisbane.  (Of course I have to remind them living in Vegas isn’t nearly as glamorous as one might imagine.) 

Why did I push for us to come here?  Why was I so determined?  Believe me, I’ve thought long and hard about this.  I’ve wracked my brain trying to figure out exactly what made coming here such a priority in my life.  I know things would be easier if it weren’t so important to me.  Life would be much simpler if I had been happy to continue on as per usual back home.  But that wasn’t enough for me.  I’m not sure why, but it just wasn’t.  Sure, I can cite logical motivations like professional development and life experience, but my need to come out here was driven by much more than any of that.  It started years before I even considered nursing school.  It came from somewhere deep inside, something I can only attribute to an innate restlessness and wanderlust.  Moving to Australia was an itch I absolutely had to scratch.

Maybe it was because Australia sounded so exotic.  Maybe I was taken in by the stereotypical images of sandy beaches and bodacious surfers.  Maybe I was just in love with the idea of it all.  Whatever the reason, coming out here was a priority for me.  I didn’t want to look back on my life and wish I had been brave enough to do something different.  I didn’t want to regret not taking the chance.

As I approach the nine-month mark, I have to wonder if it has been worth all of the stress, expense, and trouble.  Nothing has gone as planned and life out here certainly isn’t what I imagined.  But being here has helped cast a new light on my life.  I’ve learned so much about myself, and my relationship with Mouse.  I’ve learned what it feels like to be a foreigner.  I’ve experienced a different take on nursing.  I’ve formed incredible friendships.  And, most importantly, I’ve had a blast throughout all of it.  So, yes - it was worth it all.

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