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I don't eat coco-puffs for breakfast and I've never met an average-bear kind of bear. I'm also not a good liar. I'm pretty "what you see is what you get".
And I do want to go to Australia. I want to see the kangaroos and the koalas and the opera house and try on an Aussie accent. I want to go swimming in the ocean on Christmas Day. And I really, really want to go to Tasmania to see the lavender fields.
So it wasn't that much of a stretch to prevaricate on my blog today that we were going to move to Sydney for six months. It seemed like a perfectly plausible April Fool's prank.
I know, I know ~ I can hear you saying, "Seriously? Are you kidding me?!?"
The trouble is, as I lay in bed last night, pondering my deception, all of a sudden it hit me, Why CAN'T I go to Sydney for a few months and make a little hop and a skip from there over to Tasmania? I could probably fund the entire adventure just by giving up Starbucks lattes. And I wouldn't miss my blogging friends because the beauty of blogging is we can reach out and touch one another from anywhere in the world.
So, as jamarattigan would say, the yolk's on me. What started as an April Fool's joke became a possibility, a hope, a dream, a goal. It might not happen this fall but I feel certain it'll happen one day.
Meanwhile, I hope my friends will forgive my momentary insanity today but, just in case, if you're looking for me, I'll be hiding out in Tori's fort.