Compulsive Consumer

The lead up to this trip has been a giant emotional and problematic learning curve. One I choose to believe I'm failing at, mostly due to my solution to most problems I'm fretting over is overspending.

I spend weeks fretting over what bag I should take, then I decide to buy a new one, freak out over which one I should buy, end up putting one on layby that is 100 bucks over my "budget". I decided firmly that I will not need to buy any snow gear over here before I go. Then there's a 30% off sale at the snow shop. I fret for an hour over wanting this jacket and convincing myself that I'll "need" it. More pre-trip monies gone. My new hard and firm decision is not to buy a laptop, mp3 player or phone before I leave. I don't question "if" I need a laptop, new mp3 player or new phone, just "when" I'll buy them and "what" model they will be. Tragic.

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To borrow words from the brilliant writers who script Andrew G and that other guy, this is the beginning of my "journey" (I'll insert a rant later about how that word is now somehow uttered 17 times per minute on National television and how it sickens me).

In 10 weeks time I shall be (finally) proving everyone wrong and actually getting on that plane and leaving for the land of maple leaves, hockey, beavers and bears. Oh and snow. I've heard it's slightly colder in British Columbia than Brisbane. It's probably just a rumour though.

To my loved ones who are worried about me, please don't be - I suspect as long as I don't encounter any Americans I'll be safe. To my peers who are confused at why in the span of 6 months I quit 2 full-time (decent) jobs to sell round plastic discs on weekends again, don't fret - surprisingly this has somehow increased my mental stability. And to anyone else, try not to pay me out for having this blog.