It’s hard to imagine that I came to Melbourne ten years ago originally as an architecture student.
I quit the course 3 weeks later.
I realised then that if you don’t love what you do, life is simply a slow and painful death, especially in a course to become an architect. (6 years!)
Nevertheless my life seems to be surrounded by them, reminding me of an alternate life that could’ve been.
The following three architects have endured the education, work experience and instant noodles to have finally earned their registration.
Here’s to wishing them a career breakthrough before reaching 50 years old.
Thanks for spending time on the computer (writing) so others don’t have to.