If You Are Reading This… (it can only mean one thing)

Well, if you read writing on this blog again, it can mean only one thing… I’m on the move.

I always thought that the time spent away on any trip, should at least be greater than the amount of time between you decide and when you leave for it. Apparently not so, in this case.

Despite returning home from two weeks in sunny South Australia only one week ago, I’ve agreed to volunteer as part of Youth For Christ team that is visiting the North West of Australia. For two weeks. We leave in less than one week. That’s a record for me, I think.

But, everything aligned for me to go, since I still refuse to have a real job and any form of adult commitment, so dropping everything in an instance doesn’t really take too much juggling (mostly cos you are dropping it… I’d make a terrible clown).

Oh dear, rambling now. A sure sign of sleep deprivation. This week would have been super busy if I wasn’t going away at the end of it. Now it’s going to require Bear Grylls-like survival skills. Minus drinking the wee, I hope.

According to googlemaps, this trip is going to take a 69 hour round trip, without even taking into account that any driving undertaken by me will probably result in several hours of wrong direction taking. The leader has assured me that he’ll just let me loose on long, straight roads with no turn points.  GOOD.

I am looking forward to this, I haven’t spent much memorable* time in the north west of my much beloved state, and I can’t wait to see what awaits me there. Plus, numerous games of  “I’m going to the moon, and I’m taking…” whilst in the car.

Well, that’s all for now, there are a billion and one things to be done before Sunday arvo, and I have tomorrow to do them in. Deep breaths. Focus my time. Get off Facebook….

Yeah, like that’s going to happen.

Kezza.

*Memorable – I think my family went around Australia when I was 3. I remember one flash from The World Expo ’88 and also blue butterflies landing on me in my electric blue bathing suit in Alice Spings (and it scaring the CRAP out of me.. so much so that I cried and refused to wear them any more that day)… but that’s about it.

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