Last days of familiarity

To help prepare myself for my upcoming trip, (omg. 3 days.) I started to look up videos of Australia.

I came across one about the top 15 things you MUST do while overseas. Done.

As well as one about New Year's Eve (feel free to forward through all their banter and silly-ness).

The last one, for some weird reason, freaked me out. Why? Because it's about the New Year. They're all cutting up with one another and enjoying themselves on THE FREAKIN' NEW YEAR. I better know some people by then. I think that's my greatest fear of all -- meeting no one and spending the majority of my time in OZ as a LONER.

If you don't know me (um, hi!), I'm a people person. I love people (and equally hate them), but crave that human interaction -- pretty much at all times. If I can't get it from someone, I'll get it from my cat at least.

I. must. talk.

So. Let's say a little pre-OZ prayer that I will have good luck and meet all kinds of walks-of-life that will love me for me. The end.

BTW. Had a garage sale today and made BANKKKK!!!! Yay me. That'll definitely be helpful, no doubt.

This time next week

Holy. God. I realized the other day how freaking soon I'll be in Australia and how there just isn't enough time to do everything I need to do.

And. well. There just isn't enough room in my backpack to bring everything I want.

NEED MORE ROOM.

So. This time next week...I'll be in Australia. And, just in case you didn't hear me....I'LL BE IN AUSTRALIA.

WHAT?!?!??!?!?!

I can't breathe. Need meds. Need help. Neeeee......*dies*

Okay. Until the next post.

Oh. And Happy Turkey Day everybody!

The Last Day.

Does this explain my emotional state today?

An Unrelated Post

Here's a lovely picture of moi at the Marine Ball on Saturday.

I accompanied my friend, RJ, to his Marine Birthday Ball and had a lovely time. He's been in Iraq for the past 8 months and hadn't seen him until last Saturday. It was a nice reunion.





Although I felt very under-dressed (It was an adult PROM, basically).

Although, I must say, my dress was rather tasteful compared to some of the other ladies that night.





Cinderella?!










This is the first dress I saw and I almost fell over.










These are angel wings, ladies and gentlemen. Tattooed angel wings.







And this guy. He was just drunk.

The Last Few Days...

Fortune says: "Sometimes traveling to a new place leads to great transformation" ... And, boy, do I need some transformation.

Technically, I don't exactly start my adventure for another 10 days, but it's my last few days here in the Corporate World.

And, honestly. Things couldn't be more awkward.

I say this in a loving way, really I do, but I can't help but feel like I really am just that replaceable.

The Marketing group has moved on, doing what they do best -- coping with the added pressure of losing someone.

But. It feels weird. Really weird. And I can't help but feel torn between two things.

A. Living out my few days here with a smile.

B. Getting the 'h' outta here for the sake of my sanity.

Alas, I prevail. And stick it out with as much biting my tongue as possible. I never said it would be easy.

In other news, things are REALLY starting to get down to the wire. And I don't really have a plan. All I know is -- I need to start packing. Not only my backpack, but my life as well.

I have this awful condo to contend with and so far, it's winning. So, I'm trying to mend my pride and succeed with a victory (as much as possible) in the end. We'll see what happens, but I know it's going to involve a lot of heavy lifting. Boo.

Sidenote: The time it took me to write this, I down an entire cup of hot chocolate. And I will not make any apologies for it. It. Was. Delicious.

Here we go...

Wow. I cannot believe it's T-Minus 3 weeks. THREE WEEKS! OMG.

It's funny because when I tell people I'm leaving and moving to Australia, they always ask me the usual questions:

"How long will you be there?"
"Do you have a job?"
"Where are you living?"
"Do you know anyone there?"

I can only answer 1 out of those 4 questions, which is never satisfying. I will be there for 5 months (give or...give).

And there are already bets out for whether or not I'll be returning. My mom says yes. My co-workers say no.

Here we go. I mean...here I go. Eeek!

O. And for fun -- here's pic of me at work on Halloween. Yup, you guessed it. I was Sarah Palin. It. was. awesome. Dontcha know?