Emigration to Australia

Sometimes, I think about my future, and where I want it to go, how I want to shape it, and I feel some sense of fear, of trepidation rise in me. I mean, yeah, it's cool how we can shape our own life. But it's also scary, with all the uncertainties, the amount of hard work one has to put in, and all the other miscellaneous stuff.

Took another minorly-major step in my life today, by signing up for the seminar on emigration to Australia.

My family's been talking about getting an Australian PR since I was 12. We got our whole family Temporary Residence (TR) for about four years, but my dad was unwilling to leave the family in Singapore and stay in Australia alone for about 18 months to start up a business and get the PR. So, the whole thing kind of fell through that time.

Me, I've decided on getting out of Singapore since almost-forever (since that failed plan of my dad, actually). But without the necessary qualifications and people and such, that plan was still a plan.

Until now.

I already have my Diploma, will be getting my Degree in two years. I've got an aunt who just got PR status in Sydney. And I'm building up my skills outside of my field of study to complement getting the PR.

But still, those are merely the details to that final step of going to a consulting agency to find out more, or to process my application.

And which, I hope to do so next Wednesday, by attending their seminar and talk.

I'm suddenly struck by how fast my life is going, how much I have to rush to get certain plans in motion. I'm struck by how much I know, and how much more I don't know. I'm struck by a fear of a new life, and yet I look forward to finally living it.

Conundrums and ironies.

At least Az is interested in going, also? Heh.