Ever So Soz

I have to apologise for leaving this blog a barren spot for far too long. I've only just managed to get my hands on some decent web access, so up until now it has been a tad difficult to actually upload anything. So here's a flurry of posts, which have been marinading on my desktop for quite some time now.

I've spent the last 7 weeks crawling up the East Coast, and I haven't even made it to Cairns yet! Distances which look piddling on the map turn out to be seven hour long Greyhound slogs in reality. I didn't even make it to Airlie Beach before Sydney's siren call lured me south. I'm off to Melbourne next, before it turns thoroughly arctic, and then I need to Sort My Life Out - more on that ominous subject anon.

Oh, and I've also tentatively peeked into the world of "micro-blogging", whatever that means - sounds like Twitter on steroids to me - andyway, here's my tumblr account. Enjoy. 

The Lightbulb Moment

Last summer I stumbled out of my cocoon of institutional education, where I've been pupating since I was 5 years old. Emerging like a beautiful butterfly, I swiftly discovered Being a Grown Up actually isn't all it's cracked up to be. Apparently, the cocktail parties and mini-breaks don't come as advertised. Who knew, eh?

After a few months spent scouring recruitment sites and reading rejection emails in my pyjamas, I decided enough's enough. I couldn't sit around festering in my mouldy North London flat for ever, and it didn't look like there were any job openings for a career in HBO boxset consumption. So I did what any sane person would do, and bought a plane ticket to Sydney instead. 

I figured I could either stay in London, continuing to wallow in this strange, unfulfilling hinterland between uni and real life, or I could bunk off and go see the world instead. And really, if you can't just hop on a plane and hope for the best when you're twenty-two, unattached and largely free of adult responsibilities, when can you do it?

So, that's that. I'm clambering out of my unemployed Arts-Grad rut and running away - ten thousand miles away, in fact. This time next month, I should be on a beach in Sydney - assuming I make it through the torment of packing and the 348 hour flight. The countdown begins.