going down under

Alright.  The time has come to leave Asia. 

Honestly, I am going to miss it.  I feel a little weird going back to the developed world... a place where the food is familiar, I can drink the water, sidewalks are used only for walking, people drive in a way that follows traffic regulations I am accustomed to, I will be able to cross a street without fearing for my life... and this will cost... a lot.  Everything.  I hear its even more expensive in Australia that in comparable countries (like my own).  I suppose I started it off right by paying over $1000 to get there...

I am going down under with no planning... no idea what exactly I am going to do.  I have done little to no research on the place I am about to go.  There is talk of buying a van and living in it, there is talk of finding work (farm type work, or fruit picking... something I have never done... I suppose I may have to file my pretty nails down so I don't break one!) there is talk of spending New Years in Sydney.  I am flying into Darwin... that is all I know for sure.

I have a working travel visa which allows me to stay for a year and work while I am there.  I do not know if I will stay for the entire year.  I do not know where I will be going when I leave.

I am full of excitement.  Words can't describable the feeling I have now...  I love this.  I love that I have no idea where I am going or what I am doing. I love that I am unemployed, homeless, and living out of a backpack.  I love my life.

I have the world in my hands. I am weightless. I am free. I am happy.