So here it is. The obligatory "it's the final countdown" post. 14 days, 14 hours and counting.
Apparently October didn't exist this year. I expected to have all 4 of its weeks to calmly prepare for my dive into the abyss. Calm probably isn't something I've been for the last week. Frazzled is perhaps a better description.
Although it's mostly unfounded come to think of it. I've packed up all my gear right on schedule for my move onto my sister's futon, I've booked everything I need for my first fortnight in a strange land, I've told people where and when I will be drinking and being merry in a farewell fashion, and I'm no longer employed on Australian soil.
Perhaps I'm physically and materially ready ... but I think emotionally I'm still a wreak.
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Candice, you are the most organised person I have ever met. If it wasn't for you, Pat and I would have most likely become lost in Melbourne forever (or just spent the whole time sitting in the unit bickering, either way). I'm sure you have no need to be worried! You're going to have such a great time and to be honest, I'm a little jealous that I don't have the guts fly off overseas like you're doing..
-Casey :)
thanks Case. i'm starting to think you're the only one who reads this blog. you and my mum :)
i just hope i'll have enough guts to stick it out when the homesickness kicks in.
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