A new year ticks by and people make resolutions which they inevitably break. This year I am not making any resolutions. Instead, I am going to reflect on the year that was and what I can hope for in 2018.
So I’m back in Australia after receiving a summer job (If you’re in Melbourne and want to hang out, let me know). As my trip takes a break to raise some money before I inevitably go out again, I wanted to look at the things I learnt while travelling and if I actually achieved what I set out to do.
Before leaving I set myself four goals. I wanted to meet people, collaborate and create, resolve issues about my late father and change jobs. I achieved all these goals to various degrees.
The other day my friend in Bangkok asked, “What are you? Australian? Greek?”
To which I replied, “I am both Australian and Greek. I am a citizen of both countries, but I don’t really associate with the Greek-Australians from Melbourne nor the Greeks in Greece”
“So you’re a third culture kid?”
“No, that’s not quite right.”
It’s a little more complicated than that. To understand why you need dive into my family history.
I’ve been struggling all day to write this post. In fact I’ve been struggling all year to express myself. You see a year ago to the day my baba died from terminal brain cancer and although I mention that part of the reason for this trip is to deal with the death, I haven’t really done any reflection or acknowledgment. I am aware that these emotions may come out in undesirable ways in the future and if I don’t deal with them I may be setting myself up for a bigger fall.
A brief overview
My Baba was born in 1951 in Thessaloniki, Greece. He moved to Athens when he was six after his parents got divorced. He started working as a painter when he was 14. My dad came over to Australia from Greece in 1977 when he was 24 because he married my mum (a Greek-Australian). My dad in the 80’s and 90’s had his own painting and decorating business that had its good times and bad times. I was born in 1988 and along with my two older brothers, we had a happy upbringing.
It’s been a wild ride the past 4 days in Bangkok, hell the past 3 months traveling. Today’s post isn’t going to be about the past 3 months and what milestones I’ve achieved (hello 100 posts!). Today’s post is going to be about Lia, my first official fan.
Lia was searching for some sports apparel online when she typed in Nike’s slogan, “Just Do It”. It just so happens that I have the same blog post title and apparently I have been ranking on google for that search term. So she found my blog and realised that I was in Indonesia. She also saw that I’m a Couchsurfer. So she jumped on Couchsurfing Hangouts and saw that I was in Bandung (her home city). She then went a step further and sent me a message asking to meet up and we met the next day over some food.
I have equated this journey to Odysseus and his 20-year quest around the Mediterranean. But I haven’t really felt like I was on an adventure. Not until now. This story is about the time I took a detour to chase a girl.
I found myself in Cilicap, a small industrial coastal town in central Java, alone, watching episodes of Rick and Morty.
So I reinstalled Tinder after a year after a Couchsurfer told me that it’s worth while doing in Bali. For those that know me, you know that I hate Tinder. It’s mainly because it doesn’t work for me. I hardly get any matches and the ones I do get are just time wasters.
However, I reinstalled in Bali to great success. But with success comes a dark side…
So it’s game day and I am nervous as hell. I get zero sleep and I wake up before dawn. My buddy Geoff comes to my house and we take the train to the city. It’s been a long time since I’ve been to the city before 8 am. The light hits the buildings in different ways and everyone is rushing off to work. Not me though, I have plenty of time and I am soaking it in.
As we enter Channel Nine studios, I am separated from my buddy and get told to sit at my allocated table. I am going to be on show number 6, the last show for the day. Yes, that’s right folks, Who Wants To Be A Millionaire: Hot Seat isn’t filmed live, neither are any of the other game shows for that matter.
There is a person missing from my table and the producers are scrambling to find the person on call. Whilst they are doing that, they make us sign a contract saying that we can’t say anything about what happened, not even to friends and family, until the show is broadcast.
If you want to see the show you can view it here on this link.
So, I did Who Wants To Be A Millionaire – Hot Seat, which aired tonight. You can view it here if you are in Australia but how did I actually get to be on a game show and why it’s relevant to you.
Normally to get on a game show you need to fill in a form online or send a video etc. to be, maybe, contacted. Some auditioners take months or years to be contacted and fly in from interstate. I did none of that. Instead, I happened to be working in the building where the auditions were.