The week before I flew away was spent tying up my life in Brisbane, making sure I was ready for my new life in Austin. Visits to the bank and the local Centrelink office (the Australian government welfare system) contrasted with visits to the beach at Burleigh Heads and shopping for last-minute gifts and Aussie nic-nacs. People go crazy for Tim Tams and koalas. I can kind of understand why.
In my usual last-minute style, my closest friends came over for my last dinner at home for a long while. On the menu was my favourite dish of spaghetti along with their favourite, mango pudding, which isn’t really a pudding, or a jelly, or a mousse, but a delicious combo of everything. Apparently, you haven’t lived until you’ve tried it. Thanks GJ!
So with a rushed goodbye from my parents outside 'departures', I was catapulted on my way. Well it’s a credit to my self-control that I didn’t cry litres of tears that I was certainly capable of, but it was a darn hard job keeping myself composed while I waited to check-in. Earlier that morning I almost broke down completely saying farewell to my dog, Jamie, who with his sad little gaze understood.
After 24hours worth of travelling, terrible attempts at sleep and some successful ones at making transit buddies, I arrived at LAX. Along with thousands of other holiday travellers in the wake of the terror scare, let's say that it was a serious task making it out those glass doors.
In case of boring you, I'll stop here in California where I'm spending a week or so before heading to Austin officially for orientation. Let's hope I can ward off a cold that's been haunting me since the flight.
Good night dear friends xoxo