Goodbye

This blog is for you, my dear family and friends

Well folks, this is it. I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. I’m so incredibly tired right now – I feel like road kill. It’s Sunday 4.09am. This last week has been insane. I’m surprised I’m still standing. Running around like a mad woman, trying to get my act together enough to make sure I’ll be clothed sufficiently, will have access to my cash (I hate the Commonwealth Bank!!), find a pair of size five shoes that actually fit (near impossible!) try and figure out how to feed myself without getting anaemic (like last time!). Still don’t know what I’m gonna do about dinners. It’s not that I’m a bad cook. It’s just that I don’t cook. When I do, I’m fine. I managed to feed some friends this week with this fabulous soup that’s healthy and yummy. I love it when mum makes it. So I taught myself – but that’s only one meal… maybe I can just live on veggy soup. :) Please send me easy, healthy recipes, if you have any suggestions.

Even though all this mundane stuff is a bit of a bugger to deal with, it is a big part of this trip and indeed one reason why I am doing it. I want to be able to stand on my own two feet. I now I can. Now is the time, and I’m so not ready yet – but when am I ever ready…? (don’t answer – as you know this girlie is NEVER ready!). So I’m squeezing this square peg into a round hole. Ready or not.

Saying goodbye is so strange. Saying goodbye to my dear friend Anh last night – I just couldn’t do it. It was futile to even try and fight back tears. I can’t even imagine saying goodbye to my parents Tuesday morning.