Hello, Mother and Father,
I hope this missive finds you well. I am indeed the same, having arrived in Australia with minimal fuss and relatively little paperwork. I am still growing used to the natives and their strange tongue- one particularly confusing instance had my sponsor using ‘yeah, nah’ as a means of denial, and ‘nah, yeah’ as a means of confirmation- but otherwise, they are good people. Salt of the Earth, one may even say.
As I requested, Father, I have been placed in an industry as befitting as those of our class, namely that of real estate and property management. In my local suburb of Cheltenham, conveyancing appears to be the flavour of the month, and I deal with them regularly (even if this is of the fetching coffee variety of service…one must start somewhere, I suppose). Conveyancing is a fascinating science when one looks at the documents, of which there are many. One person moves out of a home, another moves in. The vacated party must find somewhere else, if they have no already. What are you to do if no suitable place presents itself? That, I suppose, is where estate agents come in.
Conveyancers are those who handle the legal documentation and make the transition smooth, as it is said. Obviously you are well-versed in these things, Father, being a property mogul and obscenely rich because of it. No doubt you deal with conveyancers in London on a regular basis, so those in Melbourne operate on more or less the same principles.
I would not know. Most of my tasks have been of the fetching variety. However, I have been told that I shall soon be moving up to shredding, photocopying and, if I prove my skill, filing. That’s the goal, anyway. Apparently there place that does conveyancing in Richmond, and they are in need of a filer. You always told me to set goals for myself to achieve greatness, Mother and Father. So this is now my goal.