Like a shark

It's been three months since I've moved to Sydney, and I think it's safe to say the honeymoon phase is over. Reality is sinking in. As much as I've loved going back to school so far and re-learning how to sit still and finish reading papers, I'm in a new country, jobless, and still don't know what else I should be doing to make my situation easier.

Being jobless is hitting me hard. It's getting more and more difficult to get out of bed, to go out when I feel like I shouldn't have a say in things unless I'm paying for it. And it's frustrating! I'm smart, I work hard - and like anyone who worked for an ad agency while doing their own thing on the side (because that's a typical millenial thing for survival), I know how to hustle. Now how do I get potential employers to know that if they won't give me a chance? I went from being sought out in Manila to virtually unwanted in Sydney and it is bewildering. Isn't it enough that I'm from a developing nation used to being overworked and underpaid, speak excellent English, and willing to do whatever the job is just to earn and take my mind off my studies once in a while?

The ease I felt with the move is slowly giving way to some doubts. I knew I had to be out of Manila, and if it didn't happen this year, it wouldn't have happened at all. I'm struggling not to take these bumps personally; I knew it was going to be hard. So I have to tell myself to keep at it, and keep doing it even when I feel worthless, because doing nothing at all isn't moving forward. I don't have to be great, I just have to keep moving or I'll sink.

For the record, I always found Dory annoying. But that doesn't mean she's not right. 

And also, I find it fitting that Finding Nemo was in Sydney.