Outbound (ie. goodbye, i love you).

I will be leaving tomorrow afternoon, which means you must actually start reading these, because it may be the only way we keep contact...I promise I will try to make it all as interesting as possible to read about.


But for now I should not dwell, rather, simply say that I love you all very much and I will miss you incredibly.


And now, a photo or two to reminisce...

Two weeks and eeeeeeeek!

My my my, I will be leaving so soon, which, by the way, fills me with equal amounts of dread as it does excitement. It is less than two weeks in fact - one week and five days to be precise, so you see...awfully scary. Anyhoo, in the meantime my aim is to drink and dance as much as possible - if this week can attest, this seems to be going quite well...obviously why I am writing (incoherently) at 2 am. And now also why I must leave to sleep off these dreadful toxins. And why I will be having soup tomorrow.

What a funny time.

It has taken a while for this post to be written, but for that I am blaming Gavin (not that he has done anything really, but he does make it awfully easy for me).
Anyhoo, the point of it all is, that last weekend, a great bunch of us went to a sweet little home in the Blue Mountains, where we got totally battered for three days, before once again returning to our much loved home - The Golden Grove. Between the spooning and the minor illegal engagements (that put all of the British amongst us in hysterics), we really did have quite a time up there. I also made some quite splendid purchases, that will surely tie me over for the cold months in Europe.

And now, a picture of Matthew and I, taken by Mr Higgins ("Mr Iggins):

Gelato Adventures

Today my housemate Michael, and I rode to Rozelle for gelato and my my my did I get flushed! Nevertheless, the sign did not lie - it truly was the best gelato in Sydney and the best I have tasted in my life to date...so quite the treat really. Also today I started a list for my travels - it has suddenly dawned on me that I have an awful lot to organise and not so much time to do it in, and somehow making a list fools me into thinking I have achieved something.

I think now I must face the doom of our fridge - there's only so long it can be avoided while the smell that started as only a light odor continues getting stronger and stronger. I assure you, it will not be great fun.

To begin again.

It would seem I have not been entirely faithful to this blog space, or the idea of blogging in general, but I must begin again in the hope that I may redeem myself to those who are indeed faithful, or have perhaps only just noticed I have not been here since May 11th - when things were at least somewhat different.
At least I am well timed, because I will be leaving for the big smoke awfully soon, and will then travel onwards to Ireland, for six rainy months. From there, who knows? I will venture in any given direction.
And so I must rally bloggers and friends to read this once again (if any of you ever did - I know of only one person that just might have) so that I can tell you my travel tales and dream of home.

ON SET...ON FILM

prime quotes, direct from the scene:

"oh meg, saying what she sees" - Alex.

"maybe she could read a book?" - Adam.

"yeah, she's been blind for 20 years but now she really needs help getting from here to here" - Josh.

NEW HOODS

come and trek with me in my hood...you can wear one too.

BEGINNING TODAY...

look out your window.

get out of bed.

eat frousse, lots of frousse.