Touring the City

Nice tour of the city today, checking out apartments. An “open house” is called an “inspection.” They are scheduled on specific days and times and only give you 15 min to view an apartment. Not quite as client-oriented here as agents are in the U.S. :-/  We checked out two flats in Woolloomooloo but never bothered going inside, neighborhood was kind of seedy. Pretty disappointing since we heard it was such a nice section of the city.

We had a nice lunch at the Lavender Bay cafe, not even a five minute walk from an apartment we looked at today in Lavender Bay on the lower north shore. Super nice section of the city. We would LOVE to live here but w/ all the competition and having pets, we are up against, we will not be surprised if we don’t get it. But we came prepared w/ a “pet resume” and as older, working professionals, we are cautiously optimistic.

A two-bedroom apartment is important as we want to be sure we have enough space for the multitude of guests we’re expecting to visit. Also, living in or near a green/wooded area is essential as we love nature and bird-watching. The magpie song is quintessential Australia and really beautiful. Take a listen here: https://www.freesound.org/people/digifishmusic/sounds/42189/ (Sound credit to https://www.freesound.org/people/digifishmusic/) and here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oYEYc8Ge3nw


The ravens are truly other-worldly.  Jim compares their song to a cross between ET and an unhappy toddler. Must listen and view here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S6YhVOHX-ws

Update:

Pretty cool, we heard back from the Lavender St. agent in less than two hours and we got the apartment – woot, woot!!  We move in on the 20th and now face the challenge of furnishing our new place in a week!


Getting Oriented

Have been here two days now and taking in my new surroundings and absorbing everything around me. On the surface it seems so familiar and similar to home. But even after just two days I quickly began to notice how really different the country of Australia (and Australians) are compared to the U.S. Since Australia started as a British colony and is still a Commonwealth of Great Britain, there are indeed many unusual and foreign (to us) undertones immersed in the culture.

Phrases and words take on very different meanings, for example, the trunk of a car is a boot, your bank checking account is actually your savings account.
When someone here asks you, how are you going? – translated in American talk means “how are you doing?” Giving something a try = give it a go. There will be many more to come I’m sure!

Poor Jim of course came ahead of me, about four weeks before I arrived to begin work at a well-known global company (of which I prefer not to mention the name.) I was lucky to have him help me get oriented and settled in but not so great for him when he first arrived. Beginning a new position in a foreign country, you have certain expectations that maybe there would be a colleague that would be there to welcome you and help you during the transition. Not one person in this huge conglomerate offered to help him in any way, not even human resources. In fact no one even spoke to him or introduced themselves and when he had to (and still has to) consult with co-workers on technical matters, they only speak with him begrudgingly. It was shockingly disappointing to say the least. As Americans, we had this idea that Australians are so friendly and out-going. Frankly, we found Australian folks in Melbourne, last year to be much friendlier. Imagine coming to a new country and shlepping around your luggage from apartment to apartment, trying to learn a new city and a new job and no one to offer any advice or help? I give Jim alot of credit for hanging in there and making it that much easier for me when I arrived.

Last night, my first night here, we had dinner at the Hog’s Breath cafe, almost felt like we were in Key West! Good first night out…

https://www.hogsbreath.com.au/find-us#map


The long flight here….

I am sitting here in a room of a downtown Sydney apartment catching up with emails. We’re living in Pyrmont at the moment. A Chinese woman owns the three-bedroom apartment and rents out two of the bedrooms to travelers coming and going through AirBandB. It’s a very nice apartment in a great location, but, for me at least, I hate living w/ strangers and the kitchen is not kept very clean. I am grossed out by everything, so I eat and use things to a minimum. Fortunately last night we ate out and will again tonight too. The bathroom is very large and actually pretty clean but now we have to share it w/ a German couple who just arrived last night. I can’t wait to get out of here. I miss my privacy and miss my own home. Not used to city living, it’s not easy going from peaceful & quiet Clinton and Noank to a bustling noisy city, especially a ground-level apartment. Highway and construction noise have been relentless.
I left the States on the 8th and arrived yesterday, the 11th, feeling pretty grimey, disheveled, angry and frustrated over this entire travel experience. I have decided to coin a travel phrase, “The worst part about traveling is the travel.”
Boarded United Express in Providence to Chicago, was charged $700 for three bags and one box. Mary had to take the largest one back home with her otherwise I would have been charged $900!
Caught the connecting flight at O’Hare to LA on American and arrived in LA around 11PM.
Next and final leg of the journey in LA was the Qantas flight to take off @ 11:30PM. Flight cancelled due to runway construction work which caused all other flights to arrive/depart late. Was given a discount coupon to stay overnight at an airport hotel for the night and flew out the next night.
Before the rescheduled flight took off I spent the day fighting w/ Qantas and United for giving me inaccurate info about the baggage fees, not to mention the $25 extra I paid to be guaranteed an aisle seat on the 14hr portion of the flight on Qantas, now that was eaten and never used. So far no one wants to take responsibility to reimburse me for the overcharges, the aisle seat or the hotel stay. 
Trip going really well so far… (grin)
Finally arrive in Sydney, however, none of my bags arrived. The brain-dead idiots apparently did not transfer my belongings. When asking customer service, they had no idea where they could be… I was given a missing baggage file # of which I could use on the website to track/trace where my bags are. When I enter the info in the fields, it tells me it doesn’t exist.
So now, it’s Thur. the 12th, my birthday and I still only have the one outfit I’ve been wearing since the 8th. Fortunately there is a washer/dryer here in the apartment and Qantas comped me a shorts/t-shirt set w/ some toiletries and a $60 gift card to buy some clothes.
After I finish this email, my day will be spent, once again on the phone w/ Qantas, looking for our “permanent” apartment and hopefully just get outside and explore the area. It’s lovely, tropical and beautiful here. I love listening to the tropical birds too.

At 4:30pm I heard a knock at the door – my luggage and computer finally arrived!! Good to have clothes to wear. We celebrated the occasion of the delivery and birthday on the Cockle Bay Wharf and had dinner at the Harborside Waterfront Grille. Basically similar menu fare to any good American restaurant, well, except for the kangaroo steak and camel burgers… :-/  Very nice evening!

http://www.waterfrontgrill.com.au/

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