Early on Tuesday morning, May 12th 2009, I will wing my way over the ditch to Australia and whatever adventures await me there and beyond.
It doesn't feel real. Although I booked the ticket and quit my job a little under a month ago, I had been waiting to hear whether I would be able to stay here in NZ and do some study I wanted (thought I wanted?) to do. So I hadn't really fully bought into the reality of leaving.
'The other thing' didn't work out. Perhaps luckily. So here I am, still trying to get my head around the fact that I leave my life and country for 'good' in less than 3 days. I haven't packed, I haven't booked anywhere to stay, I have no concrete plan. Like I said - it doesn't feel real. At all.