Goodbye. Its been great knowing ya. This photo was taken on my front porch. Its the Maroochy River, right on sunset.

Tonight was one of those sunsets where everything is peaceful. The world just drifted into darkness with a sigh, letting the stars start their sparkle routine for the night. I think I payed more attention, simply because I'm not going to experience this type of twilight again for a little while.

England doesn't have the stinking heat, the fucked up humidity or the lazy beach life that I've grown up with. It's impossible to go for a midnight jog along the beach in the middle of a Yorkshire winter. Impossible and crazy.

I just hope I haven't set unrealistic expectations for the UK.
*cue insane terror* The 'What If' monster has just landed and the panic has set in. I'm crazy to be leaving here, yet I think it'd be impossible for me to stay. I'd be forever wondering how my life would be different if I'd have had the courage to do something different. Well... I dont know if I have the courage, but I'm bloody well doing it anyway.

On another note, my Livejournal account has now expired so I'm back to using the freeloaders version. Not that I care all that much. I'm going to be AWOL for the next few months so my spammage factor is going to lessen significantly.

Mother needs Prozac. She had a fit, right in the middle of the kitchen. I will accept donations, and acts of charity. Remarkably, nothing was broken and all casualties were cleaned up swiftly. Phone banking should come with a health warning. The Commonwealth Bank should update its weather warning for tomorrow...
"Cyclone Joan, upgraded to a category 5. Inbound."

Ha Ha. Sucks to be you.