My mother surprised me in the car driving home by making a reference to popular culture.
She all of a sudden flapped her arms and went.. “Oh, Star Wars Day, May the 4th!”
Today is in fact, International Star Wars Day. May the 4th. Because when you say it it sounds like “May the force be with you” (Thank you Captain Obvious I hear you say).
What a delightful interlude with my mother on my last day in the country!
May the 4th be with you..
Bit melancholy today as I ponder what the future holds and what I am leaving behind.
But the thing that is bothering me most is that my suitcase is overweight. My carry on luggage is overweight, and heaven forbid that they check my handbag. Not to mention that I will be spending the next 23 hours looking like I am dressed for the Arctic.
In fact, this is what I will be wearing on the plane:
Blue Skinny Jeans.. not the most comfortable choice but need to be worn so I can in turn wear my knee high leather boots.
On top you’ll find me in crop bra + singlet vest + t-shirt + shirt + cardigan + scarf + Puffy coat.
Inside my coat pocket is my camera charger, a belt, my phone charger, and whatever else I can manage to shove in there without looking like I am packing some explosives.
Inside my handbag is full to bursting with heavy things like books and hard drives, and a selection of carry on cosmetics.
I have come to the conclusion that it is heavy work being a woman.
Heels – heavy, make up – heavy, toiletries – heavy, bras – not heavy but an absolute bitch to pack
But in 48 hours, I’ll be there and this crisis will be over, only for the next one to begin!
So my belongings are now safely stowed away, my suitcase is packed (and slightly overweight), goodbyes have been said and there isn’t much left to do but eat the delicious roast lamb my mother is cooking for me tonight.
As I drove around a sun-kissed coast yesterday, I realised that part of me will miss it. However, when that drive took me past closed cocktail bars, closed restaurants, closed shops, more closed restaurants, more closed shops and an open (but empty) pub I knew that my decision to leave is the right one.
Dear terrorists of all nationalities,
So Osama is now dead, and I’m sure that you’ll somehow want to revenge his passing.
May I please ask a small favour? I’m sure you are not aware that I am a very nervous flyer. Petrified in the best of conditions, I’d really appreciate it if you don’t make any threats or plans to destroy planes (specifically Royal Brunei Airways), airports (Brunei, Dubai, Brisbane or Heathrow), or the city I am relocating to (London). Your assistance would be very much appreciated in this matter.
Kind Regards,
Miss Ginger
Despite my best intentions, the purchase of space bags and the culling of my belongings, I am in a dilly of a pickle.
My suitcase is holding a quarter of what I want to take with me. And is full. With no shoes, underwear, toiletries or appliances left to be packed. A parcel has been packed up and will be shipped tomorrow care of sofa number two.
So here I am, in my room, in a state of shear panic. Clothes and bags scattered around me and I just can’t quite face it. Hence sitting down to write in an attempt to clear my head.
Do I NEED to take two pairs of pink heels? No. Do I WANT them? Yes. Do I NEED to take 3 white blouses? Well yes actually I do, I need clothes for interviews and for when I start my new fabulous job I’m going to get straight away.
However, it’s such a nice day. And this is all far too hard.. so bugger it I think I’m going to enjoy my last few days of Queensland sunshine.
