So I'll start from the beginning. The reason I'm in a sharehouse in the first place is because I've moved roughly 1000kms away from home in order to pursue my dream of one day becoming a doctor. The days leading up to my departure were filled with farewell parties, drinking, parents that insist I take everything with me (it turns out that I really did need my old anatomy textbooks), and my attempts to compact my life into 30kgs.
I arrived at an underwhelming airport (it had one level, and no actual terminals. I expected more from the airport of a state capital), to be greeted by my landlord, one of the girls that lived at another one of his apartments, and fake seals on the baggage claim track.
Day 1 involved shopping (mostly food), and settling in. The next few days were orientation, where I met many people from Sydney and Melbourne, and even bumped into a girl from high school! Although the focal point was the last day of orientation, where we had a free lunch supplied by the med society AND freebies from medical insurance companies to entice us to sign up. ^^
At the end of the week, Yoni (another medicine student who lives here) and I went to Kmart to buy a printer - on his motorbike. Finding a printer wasn't the problem, it was bringing it back. And having a 3-in-1 printer wedged between us wasn't the smartest idea we've come up with. Luckily, we survived, only to discover when we arrived home that the printer wouldn't print. It was late, we were tired, so the printer sat in my room for the night.
Had breakfast yesterday with three of Yonis friends from Melbourne. It was the first time I've had Turkish coffee before, and all I can say is that...it works. Apparently, you have to acquire the taste, like drinking beer or whiskey.
Surprisingly, it hasn't rained here yet. The rain graphs lie!
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