Buses, Budgets and Brisbane

It has been a week (!!!) since my big move across the state and believe me, it has been wild from start to finish. 

Firstly, can I just say that catching a bus if you have never done it before is an incredibly stressful experience. You hover awkwardly around your platform, clutching your goCard to your chest with eyes flickering to the timetable, calculating how far away your bus is. You have your headphones in but the music is so faint you can hardly hear it because your mother lectured you for agessss about being aware of your surroundings.

When I boarded a bus for the first time (without mum telling me things ‘that I already know’) not going to lie, I was feeling pretty cocky about it all. I mean it seemed simple enough. Get on. Tap your card. Mumble something cheerful to the driver. Sit down on the least grotty looking seat. Be aware of how many stops it is away from your destination. Play some tunes. Don’t look the crazy people in the eye. You get the idea.

So there I was not really paying attention because I was off in my own little world, getting lost in the view. And then I did get lost for real. Instead of getting off at Queen Street Mall which was the plan, I ended up at the Cultural Centre (for those of you who do not know, across a bridge at South Bank). I eventually managed to get to where I was meant to be after a few minutes of freaking out and going through Google Maps, (cannot stress how good that app is).

Seriously learnt my lesson, always pay attention to your surroundings! And here it is in writing mum, you were right…

If I have learnt anything else this week it would be to work out a budget. Seriously. Cheese. Is. So. Expensive. Things like Ben & Jerry’s are seen as being ‘too costly’ and ‘not worth it’. I am slumming it out with home brand here. I also haven’t eaten a real dinner since mum left (abandoned) me here. It’s either yogurt or juice and nutella on toast. I think the hardest part about being an ‘adult’ is having to actually provide a meal that involves some form of nutrition. Plus, making dinner involves washing up and ain’t nobody got time for that.

Another thing about living in a city is that EVERYTHING costs money. Seriously. If you don’t have a limit or a budget things can get out of hand. I would totally recommend getting all the spending out your system and then buckling down. No more barista made coffees everyday. Once a week. Maybe twice. I need to look into getting loyalty cards…

After wondering through Queen Street Mall for a few days in a row, I have determined that the best mocha in Brisbane can be found at Noosa Chocolate Factory. I had a 37% mocha that almost took me to Nirvana. If you want something sweet with just enough caffeine to get you past lunch, I would 100% recommend.

Overall living in Brisbane is utterly fantastic. The lights, atmosphere, constantly having something to do is amazing! Everything is easily accessible and so many people are willing to help a sister out with directions. I do however, miss seeing stars when I look up at the sky, I am still a country girl at heart. That being said, getting lost in the city sprawl is always fun (not so much when you don’t have enough on your goCard to get home…) and seeing what this city has to offer me is both exciting and daunting.

So here I am drinking my Nescafe caramel latte, caffeinated and motivated, livin’ it up in the city.





Author: caffinatedandmotivated

Studying a Bachelor of Journalism at QUT, I am addicted to coffee, patting dogs that don't belong to me and second-hand books.

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