What's going on?

The other day, one of my roomie friends left on a plane to Australia. She is going for 6 months to live and work in Sydney. Naturally, I met up with her a few times to help her prepare for her first experience abroad. On one of these occasions I was describing to her downtown Sydney, and advised her to stay at the central YHA hostel which is really awesome and good value for money.

Great, she says. What street is that on? Which station should I get off at?

Oh ok, let me draw a map for you, I replied. I mean it should only take a few minutes, and let me draw you a map of the downtown train stops aswell. So I proceeded to draw for her what I thought would only take a few minutes. To my total shock, I could not remeber some of the main street names in Sydney... I was like.. yeah walk down this street.... ummm... I am not sure... give me a second. Gosh almighty I finally confessed... I have forgotten the name of that street. Ok let me draw the metro for you... there is the city circle which has the following stops... Central, St James, Museum, Circular Quay and ... DAMN, I have forgotton again, there is another stop... what is it? Mum later informed me that it was Town Hall. OF COURSE, you crazy nut Maz... you would often get off at that stop.

Ok, Wake up call. I am starting to forget some the details from my own country.

So, life proceeds and I catch up with Astrid who is a Belgium AIESECer doing a CEED with AIESEC in Montreal. She was doing her traineeship in Denmark last year, so of course we have ALOT to chat about. All is going well until she asks, so Mazzy where did you live in Copenhagen? Completely amiss I stall for time... well, umm... it started with N, gosh why can't I remember this...I caught Bus 5A to get home, man this is driving me insane I tell her... what is happening to me!!!

Sure enough it is on my mind all night. You know the deal though right, the more you think about something, the less likely you are to actually recall what you need too. Is it a sign of early aging? I mean what is the deal here? Am I just losing an extra few brain cells? Maybe I am sniffing too many texta markers at work? Could my head injuries growing up have something to do with this?

Deeply disturbed I have decided to put the metro maps from the countries I have lived in on my blog as a CONSTANT reminder of the places I have been living in. It is funny actually, how by just looking at these maps ALL the memories come flooding back.

Now I have the prompt cards I need for my life abroad... I think I will continue doing this as I set up in new countries!

A new Mazzy tradition has been born...

Danish Metro System

Montreal Metro System

Sydney Train System