From here on in, it's all things magic and money. because as much as it saddens me to say, in the next ten weeks, the amount of money made will determine the amount of magic experienced. to a degree anyways... it will certainly determine the level and quantity of such important commodities as oh, say, food, drink, bedsheets... and all those fun things necessary to sustain a person's existence. I guess I should explain;
That's right kids.... It's on.
Approximately 70 days from now, I will be touching down in Sydney Airport. Uh huh, that's Sydney AUSTRALIA. Six states, six hundred job opportunities and six million adventures await my arrival in that beautiful south-eastern land mass, and I think it's safe to say I've never been more ecstatic, optimistic, and terrified about anything in my young life thus far.
Despite my endless spouting of my apparent need for spontaneity and adventure and travel etc in my life, I've been more or less all talk in those areas. Especially considering my "need" for solo adventurism hasn't taken me further than weekends trips to various cottages and cabins and one very messy pre-graduation trip (we all remember Cayo '08, don't we? well, some of it...) and while that's all well and good and wonderful.. this is big. Bigger than big. Bigger than anything I've ever entertained or attempted in the past. Not only is this 8 months of more magic, beauty, and stories than I will know what to do with... but it is also 8 months of solitude from the people and places I have only known all my life, and grown to love more than anything.
hmm...
It's going to be a weird and wonderful winter.
and a strange and star-spangled spring.
aaaaand go.
