I Wanna Be A Part Of It

I'm about to fly out of Sydney to New York on the first leg of my RTW trip. I'll be back in a day or two with added jet lag and more bad New York cliches than you can start spreading the news about.

File Under Awesome; Ten Kinds Of

New York City is going to have to pull out something pretty special to top this.

Somewhere between waking up to a view of the Opera House and luxuriating in fluffy bathrobes and excellent company, I did stop to wonder why I was so keen to leave Sydney. Still can't quite put my finger on it. (I think it may have something to do with the fact that the clock has struck midnight, Prince Charming has flown back to Melboure and I'm effectively unemployed and living with my parents. And when you put it that way...)

I am an extremely lucky girl and I totally owe my boyfriend a weekend away when I get back. Babe, I'm thinking you and me, the Sydney Airport Formule 1 and a takeaway dozen Krispy Kremes could be a magic combination, yeah?

Speaking of airports, I'm due at one in less than five hours. Of course, I'm still awake, finishing last minute stuff and (apart from the fact that what I'm really excited about is 21 hours of gin and tonics, movies I've been meaning to catch and sleep; in that order) generally acting like an little kid on Christmas Eve.

Awesome indeed.

Guilty Pleasures

From the excellent Blue List site comes this compilation of Travel Pleasures to stop feeling guilty about. Entries include: visiting a country for a stupid purpose; having a cultural moment while watching TV; and being OK with not blending in (guess I'll be packing the bundy t-shirt and bucket hat after all, eh?)

Leavin' On A Jet Plane

So, um, slight change of plan. Turns out I actually have a lot of love for a lot of cities. So much love, in fact, that I'm planning visit a whole 26 countries worth between April and August.

Or, to put it another way: Six weeks ago I woke up to another 80km commute, another day behind a desk writing another random document. Something felt strange. And I decided if that strange feeling was life calling, I wasn't letting it go through to voicemail.

Call it a delayed quarter life crisis -I gave notice, ended my lease and booked a round the world plane ticket. Already I feel as though my horizons have broadened. I mean, I now know more about gore-tex jackets and travel packs than I thought was humanly possible and I haven't even left the country. At this rate, it can only get better. Or at least more entertaining. Ladies and Gentlemean, stow your tray tables and return your seat to the upright position. We're ready for takeoff.