Australia, intro.

So my mom left the other day. I'm on my own. It's really not too bad, but a very scary thought. Thankfully I have great housemates (one more is still on her way), and I have some awesome friends here! It's crazy how God works things out. For example, a few of my Dream Center friends were here for conference, but I got to see them because I came in at the same time.

Things here are kind of different. The culture has its good and bad points. I love how friendly people are, and just how the community I live in is a small town where people walk places alot. I really like that. The mall is probably about a 10 minute walk from my house, so that's nice. Some things I don't like about the culture here (and make me miss home even more) is the food. All the food here is really bland, not much flavor. I don't know how to describe it really but it's just not southern cooking, I guess. Lol. The main thing that I don't like though is the prices. Everything here is so expensive. Their sales here are like normal American prices (or more). But I know God provides, and He definitely wants me here right now.

Well, I've been to the city twice. It's SO cool, because I guess I've not really been around city life much. It's just different, but I am glad that I live in the suburbs. My housemates are Robert and April Knight. They are from Charleston as well. I knew Robert from my old church. We sang together on the worship team for the youth service. Anyways, they bought some old furniture from someone down the street at a garage sale, and April is re-upholstering the furniture. She's already finished the chair, but she's gonna wait on the couch. That's the big task. Unfortunately, I don't a recent picture of the new look of the chair, I only have pictures of what it looked like before. Unfortunately, I can't upload them right now, because I don't have internet yet. I am stealing internet from the mall here. I will update more later, and post pictures. The phone guy is coming out tomorrow, I think, to install the landline. (We don't have a landline in our apartment. Crazy, I know)