Living The Australian Dream

Anyone who's moved to a new place knows it takes a while to get acclimated. The same with jobs. The way I could tell I'd really gotten entrenched in my job is when I started dreaming about it. Not nightmares as a result of stress, just regular dreams.

Over the past few years I've dreamed a lot about my past - usually college. Perhaps it's just a part of getting older, but I think it really started happening in earnest when I was getting ready to be uprooted and transplanted to the opposite side of this big blue/green planet. Lately those dreams have intensified. I think I hit a breakthrough last night, however. In my dream I was handling U.S. money, and in my dream I was commenting that they looked wrong. They weren't different colours and sizes like money should be.

The other thing that makes me wonder if I'm acclimatising has to do with the fact that periodically, I have to remind myself to go to the "other" side of the car, or I can, without thinking, be unable to start the car immediately due to a lack of steering column on the passenger side. So, after a long, intense day at work, I headed for my little red car...and found myself looking at that passenger seat again. Only this time, I had been telling myself "other side"!

Well, it's a good thing my brain is starting to work out which side of the car to get on (and how to pay for things) here. Otherwise, things could "head north" pretty quickly.