So Long, Melbourne

Seven months ago I packed my bags in San Francisco and bought a one-way ticket to Melbourne Australia. I was lucky enough to be able to make the journey with one of my best friends, Tony.

I’m not going to make this long, but the experience has been incredibly enlightening. I’ve known this day would come for the past month or so, but it’s just starting to hit me thanks to Rameses B.

Australia has been such a wonderful experience and I really wish I could stay, but it’s time to start the next part of my journey and be closer to family.

I’ve learned an incredible amount about myself and about my life in general. I don’t know if it’s the situation I put myself in, or just that I’m getting older, but I’ve become a lot more introspective.

I don’t need a lot of money, but it is nice to have.

As long as I have a computer, some headphones, and the internet, all is well.

I like sitting in the corner and eating cake at parties.

I don’t need a bike. I’d rather walk or zone out on a tram.

I’m a huge fan of soy lattes.

I’m also still a huge fan of breakfast sandos.

Reading is good for the mind.

I like free healthcare and a livable minimum wage.

There is no “grand success” at the end of life. The “grand success” is the journey.

I love space.

I don’t like “traveling”. I need a home-base.

Picking up and moving 8,000 miles away isn’t difficult.

It’s possible to go to bed at night, excited to wake up the next day for no reason.

These are a couple things I’ve learned while living here and really focusing on what I need to do to be successful. By successful I mean happy. Because, in the end, that’s all that really matters.

I encourage anyone who is even remotely contemplating doing something similar to just go out there and do it. It’s incredibly nerve-racking. Your Mom will probably cry when you leave. But it’s so worth it and much easier than you think.

Now, I move to Bali for two months. I’m calling it “Bali Bootcamp” as I’ll be continuing my rigorous programming journey while living on the cheap in paradise. Wish me luck.

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