Itchy Feet, and no, it's not from wearing trainers without socks
Only three days in fermenting and whilst I am beside myself with excitement at next weeks swimming with dolphins (did I mention that already?!!!), then heading to reconnect island plans, the feet are itching. To that effect I have formed a plan. I am heading home to the UK for the wonderful Ms Amy Turtle-cup's big day, and working out the logistics of getting the fabulous Phillip Tracy hat I brought for the Melbourne Cup to Blighty in time.
I have decided to head home via Asia, partly because I have always wanted to visit, partly because the tourist dollars are needed there right now. I go to Bali from where I will island hop a little, then to Thailand followed by Vietnam, I am hoping to meet Ailsa for a day or two in Vietnam and Lisa in Thailand as she makes her way back to Oz to take up her working visa.
I plan to spend four months at home whilst I make a decision about whether to pursue Australian Residency and have a ticket that brings me back to Sydney via New York in August should I wish to use it. I think I can only make long term decisions about where I want to live from the UK as at the moment nostalgia for country pubs and pangs for friends and family battle loathing of the climate. I oscillate wildly between London and Sydney as result. My dream is still to write and therefore be able to live in both continents for six months each year until the kids I plan to adopt force a decision! (The adoption plans are long term though, I think I have enough other stuff to be getting on with right now).
Life in the hostel is good, the people are lovely and the the courage I see around me lets me know that travelling alone is not a big deal. Last night I was chatting to a lovely nineteen year old, so shy he had to battle his speech impediment with every word, who has done nine months on his own and is now heading to Chile. If he can do it, fresh out of school with an inner critic making so much noise he can hardly talk, then a big strong gobby girl like myself should have no problems.Life is sunny, love is to be found in a plethora of places, energy makes the world go round and half asleep in Frog Pyjamas by Tom Robbins is a read to make your spine shake with laughter.
Julie x
I have decided to head home via Asia, partly because I have always wanted to visit, partly because the tourist dollars are needed there right now. I go to Bali from where I will island hop a little, then to Thailand followed by Vietnam, I am hoping to meet Ailsa for a day or two in Vietnam and Lisa in Thailand as she makes her way back to Oz to take up her working visa.
I plan to spend four months at home whilst I make a decision about whether to pursue Australian Residency and have a ticket that brings me back to Sydney via New York in August should I wish to use it. I think I can only make long term decisions about where I want to live from the UK as at the moment nostalgia for country pubs and pangs for friends and family battle loathing of the climate. I oscillate wildly between London and Sydney as result. My dream is still to write and therefore be able to live in both continents for six months each year until the kids I plan to adopt force a decision! (The adoption plans are long term though, I think I have enough other stuff to be getting on with right now).
Life in the hostel is good, the people are lovely and the the courage I see around me lets me know that travelling alone is not a big deal. Last night I was chatting to a lovely nineteen year old, so shy he had to battle his speech impediment with every word, who has done nine months on his own and is now heading to Chile. If he can do it, fresh out of school with an inner critic making so much noise he can hardly talk, then a big strong gobby girl like myself should have no problems.Life is sunny, love is to be found in a plethora of places, energy makes the world go round and half asleep in Frog Pyjamas by Tom Robbins is a read to make your spine shake with laughter.
Julie x
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