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Melbourne

That year’s winter was cold. The temperature did not rise above forty one-forty-four degrees Fahrenheit. That was at the very beginning of June! Generally, the climate in the southern hemisphere was the same, but that year was very cold. Even January, the warmest month of the year, made me sit at home.

However, I always sat at home. After graduation, my whole life was reduced to watching serials, photographing my room and views from the window, as well as endless updating Web pages with ads or vacancies under mum’s angry cries. She threatened to expel me out if I do not find a job. I was ashamed to be a drag, but I wanted more. I did not want to be an ordinary staff in an ordinary company. I wanted to see the world. Now I saw only the vacancy site and dating site.

Yes, I had not a personal life. All the girls I liked were a little repelled that I had no job and I lived with my mum.

However, I was honest.

Eleanor

Days followed by days and my life did not change. Life was a looped scenario: I woke up around five o’clock in the evening because went to bed at dawn. I turned on the computer, had a lunch. Overall, I was a normal owl.

Once again trying to find a job, I opened the dating site and started to view girls’ photos. In Melbourne and then across Australia, and then around the world.

Have no idea how long I have been online, but when I surfed to Canada, I decided to stop. A pretty girl attracted my attention. On view – no more than nineteen. I went to her page and started view her photos.

Nice.

Decided to write. Let be a familiar on the other side of the world, it is interesting. Judging by the difference in time, in Montreal, where she was from, it was early morning. I mentally nicknamed her “the girl from the past” —there just began Tuesday and I lived on Wednesday.

She answered at about eleven o’clock in the evening. Weigh the time difference; I realised that she must just wake up. In Montreal, it was about seven o’clock in the morning.

We chatted days away. She told me that she never went anywhere and sat at home. It was a pity that she was so far away. She was a soulmate. I told her that, but she jested, saying that she did not like me.

The Herald

We spent all that time together with Eleanor if it could be called so.

Virtual, sure.

We surfed the Internet together, looked for interesting or just funny ads.

However, once I got the job, from which all my insides wrung. The local newspaper “the Herald” required a photographer, ready for international travels.

I did not linger for a second, I dialled the number specified in the ad and signed up for an interview. Eleanor promised to keep her fists and swear hard. I do not particularly understand why she must swear. Probably, a local thing. Anyway …

I got that job. I was delighted, but mum was happier than I was. It can be understood. Well, Eleanor was a little upset because I could not be able to be constantly in touch. However, I promised to send her pictures of every place I could visit.