13 days to go...
Welcome to my travel journal!
I now (as the subheading mentions) have 13 days to go. Not that I am counting or anything...
That means 5 days of work, 4 days of weekends, 1 day at the airport, 1 day to pack up the rest of my life up into varying sizes of cardboard boxes and then graciously dump them on Mum and Dad (thanks Mum and Dad!), 1 day to FREAKOUT!!! and 1 spare day! Plenty of time!
I am looking forward to my last paycheque, and yet not, at the same time.
April the 15th shall mark the last time that I have any kind of income coming to me (don't tell the banks that have just given me credit cards (mwahaha)) - as well as the second last day of work.
The days at work are supposed to be 5 x 7.5hrs a day... we'll see how that pans out. Tying up loose ends and getting my head in order to spill out the contents and secrets of all of my projects from the last 18 months will be a tiring challenge - but one that I shall grab onto with both hands (while secretly stealing a paperclip per day for the rest of my time. By the 16th of April, I shall have enough for a rustic, kitsch necklace that I may be able to sell at an inner city market for $25).
So - this is my first entry to my travelblog, please feel free to browse, add comments, get jealous or panic on my behalf.
I look forward to keeping this record for myself, as well as share my experiences and stories.
All the best,
My new home...