The Almighty Gap Year
Hello everybody!
As I'm sure most of you know, I am shortly jet setting across the world for a good 6 months, and thought that a travel blog would be the best way to keep you all up to date with my travels. For those of you who don't know, I am leaving Sydney on the 31st of May and flying aaaaalll to way to... Melbourne. BUT after Melbourne is the 24 hour flight London, where I shall travel around the UK for a few months (including an awesome 3-play, 3-night stint in Stratford-Upon-Avon, home of the Royal Shakespeare Company). Then I shall be train-ing it across Europe, hoping to visit Barcelona, Rome, family in Torino di Sangro, Venice, Verona, Padua, Vienna, Berlin, Prague, Amsterdam, Paris, and wherever else the European Autumn winds and the winding cobbled streets take me. Then I arrive in NY on Halloween Eve, stick around for a few weeks before travelling to San Fran, and then spending a few days on the Santa Monica beach in LA. Finally, I will arrive in Sydney - exhausted - on the 1st of December.
So yes. It's quite a trip.
But before you all become so wildly jealous of me that you rip all of your hair out in frustration, I may have to remind you of what I have gone through in order to allow me to even attempt to endure such an enormous adventure.
One word: telemarketing.
At the moment, 11 hours a day, 5 days a week of telemarketing.
I know. All I can hope is that the pieces of my soul I've lost will somehow find their way back to me with all the culture I'll be immersed in during my travels. Here's hoping.
But, if nothing else, telemarketing has left me with a few relatively amusing tales to tell. Maybe I'll let you in on a few some time. But not right now because it's 1:30am and I have a 2am Skype interview with Zoo Venues, trying to get a position volunteering for the Edinburgh Festival. Wish me luck!
Love,
Tamara
As I'm sure most of you know, I am shortly jet setting across the world for a good 6 months, and thought that a travel blog would be the best way to keep you all up to date with my travels. For those of you who don't know, I am leaving Sydney on the 31st of May and flying aaaaalll to way to... Melbourne. BUT after Melbourne is the 24 hour flight London, where I shall travel around the UK for a few months (including an awesome 3-play, 3-night stint in Stratford-Upon-Avon, home of the Royal Shakespeare Company). Then I shall be train-ing it across Europe, hoping to visit Barcelona, Rome, family in Torino di Sangro, Venice, Verona, Padua, Vienna, Berlin, Prague, Amsterdam, Paris, and wherever else the European Autumn winds and the winding cobbled streets take me. Then I arrive in NY on Halloween Eve, stick around for a few weeks before travelling to San Fran, and then spending a few days on the Santa Monica beach in LA. Finally, I will arrive in Sydney - exhausted - on the 1st of December.
So yes. It's quite a trip.
But before you all become so wildly jealous of me that you rip all of your hair out in frustration, I may have to remind you of what I have gone through in order to allow me to even attempt to endure such an enormous adventure.
One word: telemarketing.
At the moment, 11 hours a day, 5 days a week of telemarketing.
I know. All I can hope is that the pieces of my soul I've lost will somehow find their way back to me with all the culture I'll be immersed in during my travels. Here's hoping.
But, if nothing else, telemarketing has left me with a few relatively amusing tales to tell. Maybe I'll let you in on a few some time. But not right now because it's 1:30am and I have a 2am Skype interview with Zoo Venues, trying to get a position volunteering for the Edinburgh Festival. Wish me luck!
Love,
Tamara
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