Getting Organised... (part 1)

Dear Mammy,

I wanted to send you a quick note to let you know how I'm getting on. I'm writing this in work but I guess sure, the worst that can happen is they'll fire me and sure amn't I going anyway .

So I did it, I booked my flight! I know I'm still homeless and will be wandering another continent all on my own but at least I'm definitely going to get there now (volcano-permitting).

I'll be arriving in Melbourne on August 19th, back pack in tow and ready to party. I'm still hammering out the nomadic part of my trip but I think getting my toes on the right continent will be a grand start.

I'm reading books and dreaming about snorkeling with colourful fish, midnight swims on white sand beaches, and quite possibly a punch up with a hungry shark (I heard that if you get bitten you're to slap them on the nose as hard as you can - here's hoping I never have to try...).

I'll continue to keep you posted (but only the good bits, I haven't forgotten the wooden spoon).

Mind yourself,

Your Daughter (the one who ran away)

And so it begins

Dear Mammy,

At the beginning of this I just want to say I'm sorry. In advance. For all the messes I'm about to get myself into. Know that without you I'd be even madder, and more out of control that I am now! Can you imagine? Oh holy Mary God, stop, ok, no really, breathe! Breathe!

I've had some mad ideas in my time but I think it's about time to unleash the big one. So I've packed in my job and I'm going. To Australia. For as long as they'll have me.

Sometimes in life you just have to take a risk and go and do these things (especially if the corporate millstone has been dragging you down so much that you now walk on all fours).

The good news is I have my visa. The bad news is, I've yet to arrange flights or a roof over my head. Oh and I'm going on my own.

The plan at the moment is:
Melbourne > Perth > Freemantle > Ningaloo Marine Park > Broome > Darwin > Cairns > Brisbane > Woolongong (don't ask) > Melbourne

It's going to be great and seriously, honestly, how could it possibly go wrong?? oh. oh. never mind, I didn't mean to say that...

Anyhiu... I'll miss you lots and lots but promise to keep you updated and not tell you any of the bad bits ever until we're both on the way out and it's far too late for you to get the wooden spoon.

Mind yourself,

Your Daughter (the one who ran away)