The countdown is on. In less than 12 hours I will board the plane. The timing couldn’t really be better. I just got to celebrate my grandmother’s 94th birthday with my family. My dad will take my brother and I to the airport to part ways for near simultaneous departures for different locations. It’s a four-hour flight to Los Angeles, then a three-hour layover. After time changes, I leave Los Angeles just before midnight.
The Aussies are serious about letting people in the country. They take a day of yours before you arrive, and don’t give it back until you leave. I guess that keeps crime and illegal immigration down. Most apartments have you put down a little money; it’s a little more serious when the country you’re going to can take time away. I’ll definitely have to be good.
I love that it’s a little sad to leave. Maybe that sounds strange, but I think when it’s sad, that means you are leaving something you really value, something that’s really good. Bittersweet is the best feeling to have when you leave. That may be a little hokey for a three-month trip, but it’s a general observation I’ve had about various changes in my life, and it seems fitting today.
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I am the only one who voted that you should take the sleeping pill... seriously, its good advice that I am pretty sure you won't take - Phil
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