It's my last day in Melbourne and it's gonna be a hot one, I'm so glad I won't be around trying to get through another night of restless sleep in this heat. Nope, no sirree! This time tomorrow I will find my own extreme discomfort in the cosy cabins of an aeroplane - hopefully not sitting next to some fat smelly dude snoring his way to Amsterdam. If this was a fair and perfect world, please let me be seated next to a rich and sexy, somewhat intelligent Spanish somebody :)
3 hours until I leave for the airport and I'm starting to get a little nervous.... I still have an urge to unpack and repack my suitcase... I think I may have overpacked.... but when I do take things out, I then feel like I haven't packed enough... will I be warm enough in the European Winter? Have I got enough Summer clothes to last me a week in Thailand?? Is my suitcase too big? Have I got enough room in my suitcase for me to do some shopping as well?? Why am I asking myself so many questions?!?!?!? For a girl like me, I need to feel like I'll be prepared for anything and I don't feel like I am and that is what's getting me all nervous....
Well, since mum, Kent and Chris all are back at work now, I thought I won't be having my usual farewell brigade with me at the airport, it would only be dad this time round. And I was kind of sad.... normally, there'll be mum, dad, Lulu, Kent, Chris, maybe Chris' mum and aunt, perhaps my aunt and uncle and Nathan, BUT I just learnt that mum is taking the afternoon off work to see me off as well. Ahhh, good ol' mum, always there for us! :) :) :)
Come to think of it, it'll be the first time in 10 years that I've travelled anywhere on my own... I said I would never do it again because it's very lonely, but fortunately, it's only for one leg of my amazing race. I meet up with my sister after the first long and arduous 24 hour flight and together we will conquer the rest of the journey together. I pity Lulu already... she's gonna have to put up with my doofusness for an entire month with NO ESCAPE! :p
Imagine it, she's gonna be sleeping with me, eating with me, walking around with me, hearing me whinging about the cold, the hot, the accommodation. She'll have to put up with me getting us hopelessly lost (as opposed to getting lost the 'fun' way), and there's no doubt we will get lost. (Actually, it almost sounds like what normally happens back here in Melbourne).
I'll also be clinging onto her simply because she can speak a few more words in French than I can... even though I know speaking French in Rome probably won't be any more useful than speaking English in Barcelona.
And Chris, lucky guy, gets a nice little break from me - no nagging, no monitoring what he eats, no stopping him buying crap, no poking his lucky fat belly, no squeezing into my tiny little single bed each weekend, no bossy girlfriend telling him what to do..... so what is he gonna do with himself for 4 weeks? How will he survive??
Rightio, I'm gonna see if I want to unpack and repack my luggage again. Next time I write, I will be galivanting in Europe somewhere.
Ciao, Adios, Au revoir mes amis
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