Best V-Day Ever
You know what true friendship is?
It's giving someone an Australian Guidebook for Valentine's Day - even though you don't want them to go.
And I love my new guidebook. It's Rough Guides, for those who care about such things. (My guidebook to the UK is Lonely Planet, the one for China was Rough Guides.) It's full of information and prices and advice and great things, and I once again find myself flailing around as though I'm leaving next week instead of in 7 months.
(I'm torn - do I apply for my Visa really early, or not so much? I want it sorted out before summer at the latest, but I don't plan on leaving till September.)
This isn't getting into the sudden "Oh my god, I'm going to Australia" that hit me on the bus home today. (Right after I bought a blender. Who buys a blender when they're planning Yet Another International Move? I mean, besides me.) I'm so excited about this, but in a really abstract way. I think "Ooh, Australia!" and then my brain turns to mush and I just think of sunny beaches and what happens at Christmas time.
I know a bit of what I want out of the experience, and I know what living overseas is like and I'm pretty prepared mentally for that part, I think. I just need to calm down.
Still... 7 months.
Till I leave Scotland.
Oh dear. Now I'm sad.