The flight has officially been bought and paid for. My very first one-way ticket. Headed back to Perth in exactly one month from today on the seventh of March (a very quick twenty-nine days actually, thanks to this year’s extra day). I arrive two days later, hopefully to step foot in the late-summer sun of the southern hemisphere.
My plan is to stay for a few weeks before heading to Thailand (hold me to it - the second ticket has not been purchased yet) and settle back into life without work. I won’t be getting too comfortable though, so do not fret. Without the daily grind of the 8-to-5, my long list of items to be done will hopefully dwindle down. It is here that I will set up the official website. Sure, it’s a bit later than I had originally hoped, however, I am excited to take the necessary time to learn the ins and outs of web hosting without interruptions. Rob will be pleased to hear that I won’t be spending my days “staring at my silly pictures” (thanks a lot, Tumblr) and I’ll feel productive again - in a creative sense at least.
In the meantime, my goal is to accomplish one thing every day to help prepare me for the next chapter of my life. So much to do and so little time, but a welcoming blank slate lies ahead. These are exciting times, indeed.
Okay, so that title is a bit over-dramatic for what I’m about to share, but whatever. Let’s start with the bad news and then sprinkle with good news.
Failure #1: It’s been three weeks and I still haven’t done much to set up my official website. There are bunches of excuses, but they just aren’t worth sharing.
Triumph #1: It’s been a week since I turned 23. Can the fact that I’ve made it this far be a triumph? I think yes.
Failure #2: I still haven’t bought my plane ticket yet. There are numerous people that doubt that I will (and many variables of this scenario) as well as those who won’t get off my case about it. And to the latter, I thank you. I needed that.
Triumph #2: I’m booking this week! It’s happening. No ifs, ands or buts about it. Hold me to it, people of the universe.
All the stuff in between: Beginning to get really nervous about moving abroad. I didn’t think it would hit me, but sure enough, my rapidly decreasing time at home with all of the comforts that exist there (thanks, Mom) has hit me over the head with a lawn chair. And then it yells at me to get my life in order. So I list. Writing down everything I need to buy/remember/do should be helping me focus, but I really think it’s just working a giant ulcer into my stomach lining. Apparently there are meds for that? Anyhow, I’m making progress and getting my ducks in a line and I’m doing this. And I thought you’d like to know.
I have purchased my domain name and site host today! Still have yet to set up the site (and I’m sure this will have many edits coming its way), but today is a very exciting day for Passports and Places!!!
In light of the closing year, I recently spent a few hours cleaning my bedroom. The greatest find? Tiger Balm. The same tiny container bought at a pharmacy in Thailand after being eaten alive in the jungle and on the water.
Never thought such a symbol of painful mosquito bites would bring back so many wonderful memories! Plus, I really like the smell.
Day 09 – A song you like from another country/language
So I’ve struggled with this one. I love music and I like to sing. This doesn’t mean I’m good, because I’m not. I’m tone deaf and I’m awful at remembering words. I am even worse at speaking other languages. Seriously, ask my Spanish and Italian teachers - you could see the pain in their eyes when I spoke.
The point is, I like music I can sing along to. This is exponentially more difficult when the tunes are in a foreign tongue. So instead, I’m going to share my favorite music-related travel experience.
In the summer of 2006, Gnarls Barkley’s “Crazy” was the shit. It hit big in Europe earlier in the year and had just made it to America to become a top summer hit. I loved that song and it was catchy. So when I packed up my stuff and went on a group trip to Spain for a few weeks and forgot to put that song on my ipod, I was devastated. All those hours on the plane that could have been spent practicing my memorization of the lyrics were such a waste.
So our time in Spain was grand, despite the lack of Mr. Barkley’s hit. BUT THEN, we took a day trip to southern France. We just hung out for a few hours and checked out the beach, but it was at that beach in France that I heard it. Crazy was blaring out of a car’s speakers while driving by the beach. And it was that minute that I remember best about that time in France. That, and the berets of course.