I was enjoying being at university, studying law; something that I probably wouldn’t have ever been able to do if I’d stayed back home. Not long after I arrived, I’d managed to get myself a job as a waitress at a quaint café on Little Collins Street that paid decent money and helped fill in my time when I wasn’t at school. I’d spent months staying in hotels until my new, incredibly flamboyant, friend from school, Patrick, told me that one of his housemates had moved out and offered me the room. Rent wasn’t cheap, but it wasn’t as bad as the price of some of the hotels I had stayed in, and being around Patrick was a bonus.
We stayed up watching movies and gossiping on weekends, when I didn’t have hours of homework, and helped me get wherever I needed to go; he was like a GPS that was p
