We are leaving thailand today, to go to Australia, to start our life in a new country. Scary. YOU THINK....i'm shitting myself.
In the last couple of days it's kind of struck me that i'm not going back to London. That I don't have a job, or a flat...and that is starting to feel a little uncomfortable, especially since i've had no interest in getting either so far. Maybe it will change when I get to Sydney. Either that, or S and R will have us staying with them in their guestroom for a very very long time.
Anyway, we start by going up to North Queensland for a week or so to see A:s family. That will be good, and then we go back and arrive in Sydney on the 4 of june. That is when i shall get cracking on the job/flat situation.
I've got a little tanned on this holiday, which is good as it's winter in Sydney and I hope everyone else is really really pale (Hey, I can dream can't I).
I've also realised I packed really bad. I have no jacket, I have 1 pair of trousers, I have 2 longsleved sweaters, that does not match the one pair of trousers. The rest of my clothes will take another 7-8 week to arrive. So I will look like a hobo for a very long time...Great...Maybe that is a good thing. I don't know.
Anyway, of to the airport, to fly to Oz