That I have my flights back to Australia booked? WELL I DO. You might be able to tell that I’M A TEENY TINY BIT EXTREMELY EXCITED about this. Cheap phone calls and internet! Friends! Family! Forgetting the exchange rate! Woolworths! Salad! Pharmacies! Dancing! Canberra doesn’t even have mosquitoes or open piles of rubbish! I can’t wait to come back and be a disgustingly privileged Australian woman and do such dangerous things as wear singlets in public and drive my own car places on my own!
While I’m counting down the days excitedly (3 months and 9 days as I write this!), I do also hope that the realisation that I don’t have that much time left here – combined with house being mostly in working order – will actually help me make the last three months much more enjoyable than the last three. Given what I’ve been through this year, I don’t want to invite the wrath of the universe and jinx myself by saying that (do you hear me, universe?), but I do like to have hope.