Tee Minus Five Days
As I'm typing this (on le brand new shiny laptop), I'm taking a break from packing my bags and stepping back to collect myself. This last month and a bit have been ridiculously crazy - by saying that I mean I feel like Alice falling down the rabbit hole and entered Grown-Up Land instead of Wonderland. Sigh.
A week after my last post, I got into contact with a very lovely family that lives in the UK... One thing led to another, and before I realised it, I was being invited to accept a job offer to act as a nanny for the next six months. Yeah. Just thinking about it is making my head spin again. So since early February I've been running around (quiet literally) all over Sydney getting paper-work organised so that I could get my British Visa approved, working more hours to save up more money, organising my birthday party, buying plane tickets and travel insurance, fixing up bank-matters, and increasing my driving hours so that I could get my blasted licence.
Long story short, here in Australia, in New South Wales specifically, the Roads and Traffic Authority (or whatever they are calling themselves now) are a pain in the neck. To book a driving test, you have to do it over the 'interwebz'. It also says on the booking page that the earliest you can book a test for is two days... The earliest I could book a test for was on the 19th of March... Two days after I leave for Switzerland.
Suffice to say, I still don't have my dang licence.
Then again, I wouldn't have needed it because the family I'll be working for and living with don't have a car because they live in - wait for it - Notting Hill. That's like the Beverly Hills of London. If I don't see a famous person while I'm staying there, I will cry.
My flight leaves on Sunday afternoon, and rather than going to London, I'm meeting the family in Switzerland where I'll be until the 27th and we then fly onwards to London. My nerves are just about shot, I haven't been able to eat a proper meal in a week or so, and my sleep is just atrocious. Yup, I'm reeeeeeeally stressed about my big move, but it's something I've been wanting to do for a while.
Well, that and I could define my situation as throwing myself into the deep end.
My family is part enthusiastic, part in denial. My mother is bragging to any one who will listen that her baby girl (although I'm the eldest) is travelling overseas for work and pleasure while other girls my age are settling down and having families... I'm not sure whether to take that as a compliment or a blatant way of saying that mum wants grandkids... My father on the other hand is pulling a Me: ignoring the reality that I'll be flying halfway across the world for a possible year or longer until the last second. Yup, I'm doing the same thing too. The only evidence that I have of this cross-world travel is the fact I have the signed contract, the visa in my passport and the plane ticket waiting to be put to use on Sunday.
Due to all this crazyness, fics have stuttered to a halt. That doesn't mean my brain juices have stopped flowing, my notebook can attribute to that, but they have been put to the back-burner for a while, at least until after I've settled myself in either London or Les Diablerets.
I hope to keep up to with LiveJournal now as I want to use it as a log for my 'working holiday'. And a springboard for any fic ideas I think of in the future... Which should be a lot :-)
A week after my last post, I got into contact with a very lovely family that lives in the UK... One thing led to another, and before I realised it, I was being invited to accept a job offer to act as a nanny for the next six months. Yeah. Just thinking about it is making my head spin again. So since early February I've been running around (quiet literally) all over Sydney getting paper-work organised so that I could get my British Visa approved, working more hours to save up more money, organising my birthday party, buying plane tickets and travel insurance, fixing up bank-matters, and increasing my driving hours so that I could get my blasted licence.
Long story short, here in Australia, in New South Wales specifically, the Roads and Traffic Authority (or whatever they are calling themselves now) are a pain in the neck. To book a driving test, you have to do it over the 'interwebz'. It also says on the booking page that the earliest you can book a test for is two days... The earliest I could book a test for was on the 19th of March... Two days after I leave for Switzerland.
Suffice to say, I still don't have my dang licence.
Then again, I wouldn't have needed it because the family I'll be working for and living with don't have a car because they live in - wait for it - Notting Hill. That's like the Beverly Hills of London. If I don't see a famous person while I'm staying there, I will cry.
My flight leaves on Sunday afternoon, and rather than going to London, I'm meeting the family in Switzerland where I'll be until the 27th and we then fly onwards to London. My nerves are just about shot, I haven't been able to eat a proper meal in a week or so, and my sleep is just atrocious. Yup, I'm reeeeeeeally stressed about my big move, but it's something I've been wanting to do for a while.
Well, that and I could define my situation as throwing myself into the deep end.
My family is part enthusiastic, part in denial. My mother is bragging to any one who will listen that her baby girl (although I'm the eldest) is travelling overseas for work and pleasure while other girls my age are settling down and having families... I'm not sure whether to take that as a compliment or a blatant way of saying that mum wants grandkids... My father on the other hand is pulling a Me: ignoring the reality that I'll be flying halfway across the world for a possible year or longer until the last second. Yup, I'm doing the same thing too. The only evidence that I have of this cross-world travel is the fact I have the signed contract, the visa in my passport and the plane ticket waiting to be put to use on Sunday.
Due to all this crazyness, fics have stuttered to a halt. That doesn't mean my brain juices have stopped flowing, my notebook can attribute to that, but they have been put to the back-burner for a while, at least until after I've settled myself in either London or Les Diablerets.
I hope to keep up to with LiveJournal now as I want to use it as a log for my 'working holiday'. And a springboard for any fic ideas I think of in the future... Which should be a lot :-)