Reflections... Serious shit

So I have lived in Melbourne for a year and a half now. I have properly enjoyed the move, and city life has engulfed me fully, involving study, work, sport and social life. On the weekend, it was the first time since May that I had visited my hometown of Mooroopna. It opened my eyes to something that I wasn't entirely aware that I was missing out on.
Any regular readers may remember my Yes-man returned to England earlier in the year, leaving me without any certainties when it comes to who will be accompanying me on a night out. When this happened, I thought that I had something good that was coming to an end, and I'd been lucky to have a mate who would always be up for a good night. Now I realise that that's the way it should be.
My mates in Mooroopna take it for granted that on a Friday through to Sunday afternoon there will be a few people to have a beer or play a round of golf with. It came to me that I have distanced myself as a mate from a group of people who do everything I ask for in a mate.
Obviously the physical distance is the biggest reason why I have but then there is the cold hard fact that I have done what too many country kids do and get caught up in the city (not just Melbourne either). Its not that self-actualisation thing of giving back to the community you grew up in, its much more self-centered in the fact that I just miss my mates. Anyway, my foreseeable future remains in Melbourne with a possible overseas stint studying so for now, any Mooroopna visit will remain brief and boozey.

Realisation of Being Legend-wait for it-Dary!

I sit at my computer, half-heartedly studying into the night for tomorrow's bland exam, when it comes to me.
Any identity crises I may have had in the past concerning our quirky house dynamics have been snuffed out like the hopes of the Socceroos performing on the world stage.
I, Zac Wilson, am Barney Stinson.

Before everyone goes making assumptions about my sex life, let me explain. And it may take a while.

Ricky is a friend of mine from Manchester, and within the week he is flying home to England. This signals the end of Ricky and me being each others' Yes-men. A Yes-man is someone who you can ring if you've suddenly gained keenness for a froffy, and they will always be happy to join in. A Yes-man will put aside work or study for the opportunity for spontaneous beers. A Yes-man is slightly oblivious to any next morning repercussions of the nights events, and has a selective memory when considering saying yes to the next occasion.
So with the cessation of mine and Ricky's partnership, I am currently in the market for a new Yes-man.

This reminded me of a particular episode of How I Met Your Mother where Barney was on the lookout for a new wingman. This stemmed into absolute thought overflow where similarities kept cropping up between the Barney's gang and mine.

Marshall and Lily: Luke, one of my best mates, and also my housemate, has now been dating his girlfriend Jess for just over six months, and things are fairly settled. The two spend six or more nights a week together and are often inseparable. Luckily, they keep the affectionate nick-names to a minimum, but still a high correlation between behaviours exhibited by the two couples.

Ted: Our other housemate is Edwina. She is the proverbial 'unlucky in love' character in our twisted sitcom. She is the one most likely to get to a certain age, and start making irrational life choices (dye her hair blue, for example) in order to speed up achievement of a life goal. Edwina's bad jokes also resemblant of some of Ted's one-liners.

Robin: Yes, our group is lacking a Robin. Mostly for the fact that Edwina and I have never dated the same people, and we don't know that many Canadians.

Barney: Me. The evidence is hard to ignore. The wingman/Yes-man thing. Both have awesome blogs. Both comfortable in our own skins and confident in opinions, ideas and theories. Both have gay black brothers, if Hannah was gay... and black... and male.

So with careful deliberation and reasoning, I have concluded that I exist as a real-life adaptation (dopelganger!!) of Barney Stinson.

Uncanny

Hometown Tourism

Is there something about living in a city that decreases its beauty? Is there a positive correlation between how much you love a city and how many hours flying it takes you to get there? Is there a minimum amount of borders to be crossed to forget about the stresses of your life?

Fuck no.

Every city has it's own good and bad parts. Melbourne for example has amazing restaurants and bars with cuisines and brews from around the world. It has one of the best stadiums in the world hosting the best sporting events. On the downside, Melbourne can experience erratic weather and seems to have an obsession with tacky reality TV about cooking, singing and renovations.

No matter where you live, it has more to offer than any one person can take advantage of, so try to take advantage of as much as you possibly can. Go out on a weeknight, get coffee somewhere you normally wouldn't, go and support your city's team in a sport you normally wouldn't care for. Little things like these can make your hometown much more appealing and exciting.

If nothing else, at least it will colour in that grey time before you can finally get to go back to Berlin or New York.

Zac's Infinite Travel Wisdom

It is now under six weeks until I depart for Barcelona, and the excitement is gradually building. Any time I think about the trip I can't help but compare it to this point before I left for Buenos Aires in Argentina. Many things are different this time and has resulted in the excitement and other emotions differing dramatically.

Major travel experience: With one extended trip under my belt, my confidence in my ability to successfully travel more has increased drastically, and travel is addictive, the more you have the more you want.

Solo versus with friends: In hindsight, I definitely threw myself in the deep end. Choosing to travel for three months by myself as my first real experience may have seemed ambitious, but I think I am better for it. I did things and met people that I may not have had I traveled the three months with a friend. This time around I am looking forward to having a companion. All in all, our travel schedule this time around will suit having a mate to enjoy it with.

Now with some (very sketchy) language skills: When I arrived in Argentina, it was difficult to even make myself say 'gracias' just because it sounded weird. At the end of the three months I could speak in very basic sentences and conversations. With even the smallest amount of language, my experiences in the countries towards the end of the trip were greatly enriched. Learning some Spanish was also one of the primary reasons for wanting to travel to Spain next, the language is simple and beautiful, and is definitely something I want to pursue into the future.

Closer to home... kinda: In kilometers, maybe not, in flight time, not really. I am closer to home in the sense that I have points of contact in Spain and more so in England.

Budget: After Christopher Pyne's announcement on Tuesday about cuts to students... No. Not that budget. All of the other points have been reasons making this travel easier than South America, but one thing that is not as comfortable this time around is my personal financial situation. Heading off to South America in December I knew that I had enough money to live quite luxuriously for three months. I could eat the thickest steak on the best menus in Buenos Aires. I could drink caipirinhas on Copacabana beach until my heart was content and my eyesight was blurry, mostly because that only took two drinks. This time around my budget will be somewhat tighter, but as long as Rhomas has anything to do with it, there will be no cost cutting when at the front of the bar.

Running of the Bulls: Unlike the other points this one is purely because I am shitting my pants.

Mas Espanol para Zac!

In a previous post on this page, I spoke about the inevitable planning of future travel while the current travel is far from over. A plan that was briefly mentioned in passing to a few friends while I was bussing around Argentina, has turned into a reality. With some minor and some major tweaks, a five week express trip around the Iberian Peninsula with best mate Rhomas has ascended from nothing more than a suggestion that was shaped by the love of a new language and with the help of some South American lager. 

Due to the length of the trip, it will be slightly more jam-packed than the cruising style of travel I employed in South America. Also travelling with a mate has given the trip more structure, and probably a little more stupidity.

Main event on the July calendar for Rhomas and me is a leisurely jog through the main streets of Pamplona on the second morning of the San Fermin festival. To spice things up a little, there will be six bulls chasing us. 

Many other activities have been arranged, all the while with the endeavour to taste as many different brews and sangrias as we think is necessary to get a proper feel for the culture. And to further broaden our own lagery horizons, a quick stop in the UK we thought was essential.

Curiosity Killed The Cat

No it didn't, obesity and kidney failure did.

Like the upstanding global citizen (I like to believe) I am, I ride my bike to university everyday. Personally this has it's ups and downs. Up, saving money on petrol and parking. Down, I sweat profusely. Up, I receive 40 minutes of incidental physical activity each day. Down, it rains a lot in Melbourne. And finally... Up, I get lots of time to think about the useless stuff that plagues my brain.
Right up there alongside 'My Kitchen Rules' ads in the list of things that annoy Zac, is a compilation of shit sayings. 'Curiosity killed the cat' is the king of the list.

For what reason would someone want to discourage or suppress curiosity? It is a fundamental part of being human (or feline).
Curiosity is enormously positive, it leads to adventure, technological advancement, and being really good at general knowledge for trivia nights.

To finalise this, I will make an outrageous claim not backed by any facts or stats. For every cat that is killed by curiosity, ten are killed by lethargy, laziness, and boredom. Same goes for people.

My brains thinky stuff over the last 22 days.

Coming home from three months overseas has been just as enjoyable as the time spent away. I live in Melbourne, a city that has more to offer than any one person knows. I have lived here for just over a year now, and spent three months of that in South America. So I am coming home to a place where I can still walk along the main streets and feel quite like a tourist. That fact alone has been enough to ease the so called 'post travel depression'. I hear so many people who come home from travel and complain that they want they want to keep travelling (#takemeback). I honestly don't think these people are trying hard enough in their hometowns. There should be enough to keep you occupied in your job or study or hobbies, how do you think your friends feel when all that ever comes out of your mouth is how much you don't want to be here?
Admittedly, since getting home, I have had my rants about Melbourne's prices for beer and general living ($10 for a pint of Boags??), but overall my city and home life could engage me fully for the foreseeable future.
When you get home after being away for a while, especially after being in a culture very different to your own, your friends and family will try to pick out any little thing about you that has changed, and say "you've changed". They don't say it in a bad way like when you got your first girlfriend and your mates said you've changed, its more of an amusement to them that three months away could make you talk differently about the world or wear different clothing (usually tending towards the 'hipster' movement). Personally I'd be disappointed if I, or a friend of mine, came home from being overseas with no new outlooks on life or no new clothes or no anything different.
One inevitable thing that happens while travelling, is planning other travel. It happened to me on multiple occasions, most notably while sitting on one of the eight 15+ hour bus journeys. I have now planned (very loosely) with some mates to be in Spain and Portugal over the mid-year break. Do I have enough money? I don't know. Will I live like a pheasant for three months to make it happen? Probably not because I'm enjoying Melbourne a bit much. Will I keep asking myself questions like this? No, I'll stop now.
Anyway, after my big spiel about being at home fulfilling my need for mental stimuli as much as being away, my quantity of interesting content to put on this page has dramatically decreased. With said decrease, I'm quite sure my number of regular viewers will also decrease. I suppose this page may head in the direction of 'things that Zac's brain thinks' or 'things that give Zac the shits'. Could be interesting... maybe.