When I clicked “book flight” and got the confirmation, it felt as if my heart fell not only to my stomach, but right out of my body in general. I recall the moment when my mother was walking across the living room and I said, “hey, so I’m going to Australia.”
She said nothing but a head-shake.
Was this a good sign? Didn’t matter. It was what Arsenio wanted.
This trip was a concoction of so many emotions, gifts, overcomings, gratitude, seeing kangaroos, and seeing an entire new world that I never thought existed. This was beauty at a grand scale. This was waking up in the morning to the aroma of my mother’s pancakes. This was seeing money in the bank for the first time in 2005. Hell, this was greater than any of those things.
From the accents on the plane, to landing in Brisbane, Australia, to speaking to a Chinese-Australian for the first time. I was so in-the-moment. I was in awe, looking around and taking a glance at everything around me. Remember, this coming from a guy who’s only been to two deserts before in his life (and Cedar City, Utah, not much else to say about that).
Throughout those ten days: blue mountains, best hot chocolate in the world, best Belgian chocolate in the world, Darling Harbour, crazy nights out, romantic dinner (although that failed) and a surprise booking of a hotel with a girl who I was trying so hard to be with (but wanted nothing from me). When I left, I cried. I was sad, broken, so many things….I didn’t know if I could move to Australia, but with perseverance, I did. Sadly enough, the girl who I was pursuing cheated on me; and with the worst rude awakening, entered a year-long abusive relationship with another man.
Me, on the other hand, moved to Australia two years later and started one of those memorable journeys of my life (and still continues today). Tune in for the entire podcast down below!