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I didnt think anything of moving to the coast at first, but I went along with
idea, believing in the more opportunities Sydney had, as my mother used
to say. I remember I had left early that chilly morning for my six hour train
ride, my family shouting all sorts of encouragement to me, masking their
sadness of sending me away for the first time. Our last time together was
seared in my memory as I walked past the roaring locomotive to my
carriage, their faces glowing with hope for my future.
I dont even know what I did for those six hours; the eclectic mix of
excitement of finally going out and emptiness of having no one to truly
talk to for the foreseeable future blotted out any other thoughts. But
Sydney Central arrived not a moment too soon and I paused for the
briefest second before stepping out under the huge sweeping arch
overhanging the stout sandstone walls. I felt like I had travelled into a
new world; I hadnt even noticed the sun go down and now, a multitude of
neon lights and noise assaulted my senses. Even our towns biggest
festivities were never even half as bright nor loud and the sudden influx of
information made me slightly dizzy. All my previous thoughts of a possible
late night out in the pub disappeared as I shuffled hurriedly to find my
apartment in this warren.
Saying that I was glad college started would be an understatement, as
after 2 months of wandering the congested city streets and barely talking
to anyone, I was ready for a change. Even after this time, I was continually
shocked by the number of people that could be in one place at the same
time as I was crammed onto a bus to Ultimo. I felt like a tinned sardine as I
fought my way into the aisles of the bus for a standing spot and then
contented myself with daydreaming the short trip away as I could do little
with my arms pinned by my side. But what had been a hope for a friendly
chat amongst a few students turned into a few hundred students in a huge
lecture hall. For a minute, I stared, almost incredulously even after a
month in this congested city. Circles of students stood together, eagerly
catching up on what I presumed was their latest outing, fashion trend, etc.
I never felt as distant to all the conversation as now. I anxiously took a
seat in the back row, wanting to be as far away from the hustle of people
as possible, yet at the same time wishing I could have a group to talk to.
How would I, of all people, be noticed in a throng like this? I settled
gloomily into my chair and waited for the professors introductory lecture.
I had heard enough lectures at college to not expect anything grand, but
the eloquence and inspiration that danced off Dr Melvilles words simply
enraptured me. He made me believe the highlights of the university, the
grand projects in each of the faculties: I was especially interested to hear
about the robotics the former engineering students had completed, the
course which I had eagerly applied for after discovering my devotion to