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)