Woke up at 3 am.
It’s the first time I’m flying domestic in Australia. First time I’ll be meeting the District Health Advisory Council in the Goldfields. First time I’ll be presenting information to them. First time for many things.
Kalgoorlie was beautiful – the redness of the earth magnified the beauty of the land. Strange to see so many pubs and TABs around, though.
Spent alot of my time in meetings, trying to meet with contact people from non-government organisations and health service staff. By 4 pm, I was running on adrenaline.
As our contact in the Goldfields drove us towards the airport, we thanked her for showing us around – it took all of me to articulate my gratitude and fight the weariness within me. SO TIRED. I did enjoy seeing the Super Pit, Mt Charlotte Viewpoint, that Chinese garden theme going on – very savvy, and even a Freo Docker inspired home. Too bad I wasn’t fast enough to take a picture – and I was tired. Very tired.
I’m really grateful for the experience that I received today – you just learn about things so much better when you’re there, and I made so many contacts today. Hopefully they will be able to send me through some insightful articles on rural health issues I can use for work. It will give me a good idea on what’s happening as well.
It was interesting to observe the dynamics of the groups that I was interacting with today as well. I think about this as I prepare my report on my trip. Deliberating on what can be done to better help them and also on what they do well… I see my task being one that could amount to something completely massive, so I must work from the most practical angle. It will be something I will ponder for the weekend.
After arriving back at Domestic terminal in Perth (lucky that dried sandwich didn’t choke me), I got into a cab and my driver was a Somalian dude. He was playing up some very upbeat cultural music, and it was relaxing me. I asked him what the lyrics meant, and he told me that the entire album was recorded by a very famous Somalian guy who loved his wife very much. Awwww…
I miss my J. Never have I looked at a man the way I look at him. Just leaning his face towards me diving for a kiss exites me, and being in his arms, warms me.
Life’s not easy, but we’ll try. One day at a time… I should rest for the day – tomorrow is another day!
