Good Vibrations.

Today I write from the safety of a corridor outside my first university class. It's been a rather extended period of time since my last post. Well longer than what I'd like. In the time I have been inactive, a myriad of different interesting things have happened, some small and some big. With this in mind I believe time calls for a quick recap of what happened last weekend in the life of Josh.

My weekend began on Friday, despite not following conventional timing my 'work' week finishes on a Thursday night; creating a wholesome 3 day weekend. But thats besides the point. I'll begin with a little context, in Australia the opportunity to begin driving independently on the road begins at the age of 17. It is assumed that at that age you achieve the preliminary requirement, 100 hours of supervised driving, then go for your test at the next available opportunity. This is where I come in. Unlike most kids of my age I was never motivated to complete these hours, let alone attempt a driving test. The age at which you're expected to begin learning to drive is the day after you turn 16. This is where I began a major mistake that, at the time, I never would have assumed would matter in the long run. Oh how I was wrong. If I were to confront myself back when I felt no obligations to learn how to drive, I would have forcefully strapped my younger self down to a car seat and handcuffed my hands to a steering wheel, until driving would be all I knew. In my care-free mind I left learning how to drive in the back of my mind, until forced by my parents; and rightfully so I'll add. This means that I only began learning about 7 months past the average time that the other kids began. Fast-forward to my current self and you'll find that I've been on this quest for road worthiness for about 2 years now, doing what others had achieved in but a single year. Quite the skill I have, in terms of professional-levelled procrastination that is. As of this Friday, 4 tests later, I had finally achieved this seemingly insurmountable feat. It felt like the road was mine and that I could finally be a functioning member of society. Until I realised that to be able to drive on the road I would need a very important item. A car.

That was Friday.

What the weekend held for me wasn't as life changing as becoming a fluid member of society that can go where their will takes them, with only minor limitations. But still filled me with a sense of unique joy that can't be felt by any normal means, as it began with my loving girlfriend. If you've ever felt the emotions associated with love, you'd understand that some things are just inexplicable in the way they elate you. It only takes their presence to change a normal day into something so much more than amazing. The day was perfect to me in every way, a sleep-in, a quiet morning and a day spent playing the Grand Theft Auto series. Call me a hopeless romantic. By the time the day had ended and we were forced to part once again, the love of my life was now replaced, as if by magic, with my bearded friend Mitchell. He stands roughly at 6'1" and has the build of a dwarven warrior you'd find in any fantasy realm, orange beard and all. From Saturday night onwards was time for which was dedicated to the boys. We drove to and from the ocean ending on a high when we came back and began relaxed conversation by the estuary in to the early hour of the morning.

Sunday came and passed as if it where there just to prolong the inevitable beginning of the week. Leading to where I am now. Writing my thoughts and first post for this 7 day period.

With that, I think you; my readers, are up to date.

Photos are on the way, due to university obligations they are taking some more time than what I'd like to procure. But rest assured I haven't forgotten my promise to you, soon you'll not only read, but see what I experience as well.

A word from the writer.

Josh.