Alright, so I'll readily admit that whilst I've been putting this blog entry off for a fair while, when there's a decision between doing this and attempting to condense (and synthesise) 30kg worth of clothing-related bulk in a suitcase the size of your average midget, the choice is unanimous. I'm currently relishing the remaning 32 hours I have left to exercise my ability to string remotely coherent sentences together, which in a sense is quite ironic given that I'm the only one home at the moment, thus the meaning of understandable communication is somewhat lost in a sea of wrapping paper and warm clothes thrown all over the room. As of tomorrow, I'll be eschewing the stereotypical comforts, namely Vegemite, 23 degree weather and A Current Affair (not really a comfort, but at least it's in English) and leaving on a jet-plane, flying from one hemisphere to the other like a sloth trying to traverse across an oversized gym ball and stopping twice along the way for "refuelling". It's a somewhat intimidating prospect; however I'm prepared to dedicate every square inch of myself to making the trip a marvellous success and take on the land which is responsible for odourous cheese, socialists and our very own Thor Taylor.
During the past week, my mood has varied between "drastically excited" to "unashamedly terrified" and there's no doubt that the presence of alcohol has acted as an effective catalyst. At present, I'm mostly hovering around the "just shut up and remember Dead Poets Society in all its quotetastic glory", since it only just dawned on me that such quotes as "Gotta do more, gotta be more!" and of course, the notable "Carpe Diem" are not entirely out of place in this situation. I'm going to miss everyone terribly, possibly in the same way that Republicans miss Bush but in a less disturbing way and I know that there will be some days where I'll want to come home and continue eating Vegemite, drenching myself in the 23 degree weather and watching A Current Affair. However I'm more than ready for the opportunity to see the world and experience new things and consequently, learn from them.
Anyway, this concludes my sappy rant. If you want a postcard, message/email/msn/text/morse-code me your address and I'll get on it asap.
Bethany
