I can’t really say I’ve ever been completely sure of what I’ve wanted to do in the future, so in sixth year I made a snap decision and decided to study European Studies (a course I love with all of my heart, but not really what I want). I have no idea why I picked this, considering the fact that I had always been interested in genetics, and working with children. But they do say that hindsight is 20/20.
After my (very) turbulent first year in college and what I like to call my ‘midlife crisis’, I decided to follow my dreams and apply to travel to the Third World and volunteer with disadvantaged, disabled children. I really can’t tell you how crushed I was when I was told they couldn’t accept my application because of my ill health. I had just figured out what I wanted to do with my life, so I really wasn’t going to let that stop me. I began emailing hospitals around the world, detailing my situation and how I was so, so determined to go anywhere and do anything to be able to work for them and do what I wanted.
I got a couple of replies, and Melbourne happened to be one of them. On a whim, I booked flights and accommodation, and on the 22nd of June I was off to Australia.
I arrived at midday on the 24th, and fell into a deep sleep right then and there. I’m yet to recover from the jet-lag; my body just wasn’t built for the tougher stuff. But recovery and rest will have to wait, because I start my volunteer work in the hospital right away.
I’m nervous, as you’d expect to be when starting a new adventure. But half of those nerves are fear that I’ll love it so much that I’ll dread going back to Dublin and my arts degree. This is life, and I’ll just have to see where it goes.