Jump In With Jacob

This week was one of intense reflection—albeit somewhat involuntarily.

Battling sickness through Wednesday, I was reduced to the confines of my apartment walls—so as not to infect the whole neighbourhood. And it was while stuck with nothing but myself and my thoughts that my mind began to run wild:

Should I learn the saxophone? Open a food truck? Have I been living in a simulation this whole time? Should I finally start composting? I wonder what became of my Year 4 science teacher. Wait—did I ever reply to that email from two weeks ago…?

Among this series of diverse quandaries was a sharp realisation—a stutter in the chaotic stream of tangents: Have I really just moved across the country by myself?

I mean, I’m no stranger at all to foreign environments—to turning my life upside-down. After all, I have travelled all over the world for football, and did live in Pittsburgh for almost three years.

But this is no Pittsburgh. And it’s no Sydney.

But with that thought came a kinda quiet clarity—a sense of grounded-ness. A genuine gratitude for the opportunity I’ve stumbled into here in the Burdekin.

Because although it’s vastly different to anything I’ve experienced in my life so far, it represents positivity: a positive career step, a positive new beginning, and heaps of positive relationships so far.

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