I now have plans for Christmas and New Year.
No family Christmas feeling bloated after too much festive fodder. No dull drizzle as some poor substitute for a white Christmas. No spending a dissappointing and ridiculously expensive new year in some bar. No having to pay an extortionate cab fare home afterward. Not me.
I shall be spending Christmas on the beach. In the sun. In Australia. Yippee!!!
It’s been over two years since I lived there for a year and I have missed it everyday. I can’t even begin to describe how I feel, but i’s almost like I’m going home. I can’t wait!
I’m flying in and out of Sydney and renting a camper van to drive up the East Coast. I’ve done it before and I can’t wait to see all of my favourite familier places.
What makes this even more fun is that I will be travelling with a friend of mine who I met the first time I was out there. I had gone on my own and met her when we were temping together at the Sydney Morning Herald. We hit it off and spent the following 10 months travelling together. It’s going to be so great to relive all of our happy memories together.
One whole month of Australian bliss, it’ll be too too pleasant!