Got the passport, got the two-year working holiday visa, and today my sister and I picked up the one-way tickets. We leave Australia at the end of March. Look out world!
UPDATE: Here are some answers to your questions…
How long have you been plotting this and why didn’t you tell me?
We’ve been gearing up for this for almost longer than I’ve been writing this blog, which is a freaking long while. And I didn’t mention it because I don’t like mentioning things until I feel really sure about them because always seems to turn to shit as soon as you sprout about it (which is why you’ll never hear about my pathetic Lurve Life). Even now I think I shall be run over by a tractor tomorrow for opening my big trap.
How did this happen?
Sometime in 2000, my sister returned from a year in the USA and said unto me, “I don’t want to live in Canberra for long, I shall surely perish. Want to go overseas with me?”. I said, “Me?” and she said, “Yes you, dickhead” and I said, “I can’t do that” and she said, “Sure you can” so I said “Okay”. So we decided on the UK because they have that nifty two-year working holiday visa.
After weighing up the pros and cons of various British cities, it seemed like a nice place to base ourselves. And I am too much of a wuss for London.
What are your travel plans? Where are you planning on going?
Well the idea is to just get over there and find some work and find somewhere to live, then travel a bit, work travel work travel, until the two years are up. We have no definite plans, got any ideas? Want to give two delightful young Aussies a tour of your town? We have no freakin’ idea what we’re doing or what will happen.
Will you keep blogging?
Will you withdraw from the Bloggie contest for Best Aussie/NZ Weblog since you’re leaving the country and therefore you’re not a real Australian and you don’t deserve it anyway because you’re not a proper blog and you suck and besides, you’ve been nominated before?
Why are you leaving when you finally have a really great job and the most kickass friends in the universe?
I have no idea why. Because I’m an idiot? Also, there’s a need to get out of my comfort zone and stop being such a wimp. All the crazy crap that happened over the last year or so that’s made me realise you just have to get out there and live a little while you can. Woo, I say!