the bitter aftertaste
This blog of mine has been around for awhile and it really is mostly about silent conversations. It’s almost like a little solitary place for most evidently my rants and for the matters I place close to my heart.
Just gathered that my former flatmate during my B Arch days has started off his own firm with a couple of partners and in all honesty, I can’t help but to feel left behind. Ironically I have anticipated that my career would take a backseat when I made my decision to return to Aus but somehow the thought of being left behind still bothers me no doubt.
I resent being stuck in the Australian immigration chaos and my career not only taking a step back but remaining at standstill. It doesn’t help that my current workplace is in a fiscal crisis and I have not been paid for months.
At times like this, I truly ponder hard on the decision I made, the sacrifices which comes with it and the insecurities it conjures. I’m not the best with being patient but I sure do hope all of this is worth the wait.
Just gathered that my former flatmate during my B Arch days has started off his own firm with a couple of partners and in all honesty, I can’t help but to feel left behind. Ironically I have anticipated that my career would take a backseat when I made my decision to return to Aus but somehow the thought of being left behind still bothers me no doubt.
I resent being stuck in the Australian immigration chaos and my career not only taking a step back but remaining at standstill. It doesn’t help that my current workplace is in a fiscal crisis and I have not been paid for months.
At times like this, I truly ponder hard on the decision I made, the sacrifices which comes with it and the insecurities it conjures. I’m not the best with being patient but I sure do hope all of this is worth the wait.
