money, money, money

So I am getting closer to the end of my 4 year degree. That means I'm doing final rounds soon, as well as graduating (the official 'ceremony' with robes and funny hats is early next year). It's rather overwhelming. This year has been so different to any other year at uni. I barely see my uni friends anymore. Nowhere near as much as I used to this time last year. The structure of uni has changed. I am barely there, but the outside work seems so huge. I've found it incredibly overwhelming as this is a real transition year. 4 years. So much has happened in those years. Good and bad.

Of course going to uni has a cost. And an expensive one at that. Firstly, is if you are in my position, you need to make some big changes: moving to the city (I chose Bendigo over Adelaide, smart move!), dealing with home sickness, learning to be independant, domesticating yourself. Secondly is suddenly being tight with money. Steff and I used to joke that free food is on the bottom of the food pyramid, under eat most of. But whilst doing that you need to maintain a healthy diet. Things I didn't know much about when I left South Australia.

And now that those 4 years of scrounging around are over, I am now nearly graduating. That supposedly means a real job. Of course, money is good. It can buy a lot of good things, it's good to give away. I also have a massive debt to the government that I need to pay back and eventually I hope to be able to put my mum in a nice nursing home to thank her for her efforts in getting her first daughter through uni. (joke)

But with that comes pressure. I feel that now that I have done this degree, I should get a good paying job to pay back my HECS and be rich. But you know, I don't know if I want that.

My Dad has always been obsessed with money, and everything always some how relates back to money. But suddenly I feel no desire to go and earn big bucks. I love teaching, but you need to. You can't do it for the love of money. I love the kids and want to impart something into their lives. But part of me wants to go to Indonesia still. Big, big desire there like you wouldn't believe. But by doing that I would risk not having money.

Do you get what I'm saying? I want to do what I love. I don't want to be rolling in it!

Thank God that He fufills the desires of our hearts and provides.

(* That picture is of me and some spending money before Indonesia. It's probably equivelant to AU$200. That's a lot more than a lot of Indonesians would see in one hit. In fact, what I earnt last week, someone doing the same in Indonesia would get about the same in a month!)