Qantas Jet, flying home

I've only got this long left in Australia:
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I’m On the Plane, Right Now

That’s right. No more Australia. It’s slipping away as this is posted… goodbye, noble land of green and gold.

I’m now up against more than half a day in a confined space—but will emerge butterfly-like from this intercontinental chrysalis a whole 4 hours younger. Honestly, how spiffy is that? Half of $1400 spiffy!

I do wish I could’ve spent more time here. That much is obvious. But no regrets. Everything does work out even if you try your hardest to make it feel like it won’t sometimes. I’ll be meeting homeslice Lauren in LAX, and I’ll be partying with her and Juicy till we get up to NorCal where I’m hopefully gonna settle awhile. And between then and now, I’m gonna write the last post on this thing. The last post.

 

Brisbane is Kinda Hectic

Yes. You heard it here first. I’m all over this place but that’s because there are no directional signs in Brisbane. So, I’m literally all over the place. I had to cut through parkland last night just to find my way back to the hostel. And don’t even get me started on where I slept. You don’t wanna know. Allow me to read to you a selection of things on my to-do list that I’ve done so far:

  1. buy storage space near hostel
  2. pickup luggage at train station
  3. try to get train to Rockhampton @ 12:55, to get to Great Keppel Island
  4. make to State Library for email (You’ll note this is crossed off as, tragically, the Queensland State Library is stuck in 1998. They still use CD-rom based databases, for crissake.)
  5. call Qantas and officially reshedule for June 7th
  6. make appointment for dive medical check at 3:30
  7. call Hostels in Rockhamptom, Great Keppel, for rates and reservations
  8. call dive shops on Great Keppel Island
  9. totally reconsider and back out of trip to Great Keppel Island
  10. book flight to Townsville instead, tomorrow
  11. realize you have nowhere near as much money as you need

My time is so out even though I’ve got more to write. That’s right, more. Mom, if you’re reading this… you can probably expect a phone call of the sort where I ask for something I need really, really nicely.

 

Queensland Confirmed

As of not too long ago, I’ve got myself a ticket to Brisbane and a hostel for that night. Total cost: AU$135—which is good, cause as you may know I don’t have that much AU$ left. The flight gets in at 11:00 at night on Tuesday. From there, maybe the Whitsundays, maybe Fraser Island, maybe strait to the reef… I can’t say. But now, I’m pretty sure I’m going.

 

Seat 70K

To paraphrase:

Seats 70J, K are some of the only twosomes in economy class. The window seat is afforded some extra space for seat K because of the shape of the fuselage.

Right—so all these pre-departure posts even seem kind of frivolous to me. I mean, I wrote when I got my ticket, when my book came, I even wrote about when I had Australian leg of lamb for my birthday. I’m not obessed. I’m just excited. And that was half the point of even starting this thing. So I guess if I feel the need to actually make note of the particular seat I’m requesting, well… it sure has worked.

But seriously—do you realize, that with that seat, I’ll get to see the great sweep of Sydney before I even set foot on Australian soil? How cool is that!?

 

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I have just made the largest charge to my bank account in my whole life: one thousand, four hundred forty-nine dollars and five American cents. I have purchased airfare to Australia.

It’s my birthday tomorrow, and I’d say that’s a pretty good present for all my hard work. But it wasn’t for when I wanted—for when I’d planned. I’m going to miss Australia Day (dammit). No antipodean fireworks this year. If I’d applied a week earlier, maybe. But no. So I’m a little disappointed. Disappointed, but happy anyways…

Cause I’m going to friggin’ Australia.