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)
hugs
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