Worry, Worry, Worry
Yesterday I did nothing but worry, not a good thing for anyone really. You see me - love saying that, don't know why - mum was flying back from Australia (via Hong Kong) and should have been at home by 3 in the afternoon. Instead we got a phone call around 5 o'clock saying that the flights being held up. Now, no offence to early birds but really 5 o'clock just a little too early for me. So naturally I don’t remember Andrew - he picked up the phone - saying anything about how long the flight was getting held back for so I though it would only half an hour or something. It wasn't. It was more like over 6 hours.
So by one o'clock, I'm a bag of nerves, racing all over the internet and the house trying to calm me self down. And guess what (here comes my first rant) ever single flight tracking service said different thing. AND not one of those thousands thing (now I'm exaggerating) was correct. Go figure!
One said (the official Heathrow or Gatwick (don't remember which one) that her flight will arrive at 6 in the morning today, the other was convinced that the plane already took of at 7.35 - that’s from Hong Kong- and laded at 7 58 in London. Now someone please inform me how f**ing fast are their airplanes? Even the flight tracker in Widgets in Apple didn't help.
End of rant. Anyhow mum was home by midnight. But really, I am disappointed in Qantas Airways.
As you can guess we didn't really have much time to talk when she arrived (but I did spend a couple of minuets just sitting next to her) but we did talk properly today. More on that later, after all, all in good time. Today I was meant to have a Graffiti Project-thingy at the Youth Club. Mum walked me there at around 11:50 - she was supposed to have a meting in London but was to tired - and we waited there (by the Youth Club) for a while. In the end I didn't go, for one me and mum needed some 'girly time' to talk things over for an other there wasn't my usual Monday night crowd. I knew a few people. They were in two groups: David R from year 9 and a few younger boys (I saw them in the Centre later so I suppose they didn't go after all) and a few 'girly-showy-offy girls' from year 9. I personally was far more comfortable with the boys. No offence.
So me and mum, after waiting for about 10 minuets (she didn't want to leave me until I was inside) decided to hell with it all and went of. We visited the market - I forgot it was on- and I got some gloves, finally! My hand were to get weathered, or whatever is the proper name for when you hands turn slightly red and begin to bleed if you wash them in hot water? We also popped around to the bank with me finally setting up my internet account details. After that a quick stop at Sainsbury’s and Superdrug and we were heading home. Oh yeah! We also brought 2 rolls of wrapping paper.
Now for the talk, and although I don't feel like actually telling you this I know I should. We talked over it and in the end moving to Australia is the best decision. It isn't -as I see it- a way to say no. As mum -when she was away- received letter to say that she's been turned down from Cambridge, I really can't see there to be any other option. There is only 1 in 20 chance that she'll get the grant to stay and other than that we will end up being dependant on Andrew.
This may not come as a nice thing to say but moving there will be the best choice for all of us.
It does seem like a win-win situation, but why does my heart not wish to settle down in one place, why must it force mo to look beyond the horizon?
Love Sasha
Travel has no longer any charm for me. I have seen all the foreign countries I want to except heaven & hell & I have only a vague curiosity about one of those. Mark Twain
You may wonder, 'How can I leave it all behind if I am just coming back to it? How can I make a new beginning if I simply return to the old?' The answer lies in the return. You will not come back to the 'same old thing.' What you return to has changed because you have changed. Your perceptions will be altered. You will not incorporate into the same body, status, or world you left behind. The river has been flowing while you were gone. Now it does not look like the same river. Steven Foster, The Book of the Vision Quest
Your true traveller finds boredom rather agreeable than painful. It is the symbol of his liberty - his excessive freedom. He accepts his boredom, when it comes, not merely philosophically, but almost with pleasure. Aldous Huxle
So by one o'clock, I'm a bag of nerves, racing all over the internet and the house trying to calm me self down. And guess what (here comes my first rant) ever single flight tracking service said different thing. AND not one of those thousands thing (now I'm exaggerating) was correct. Go figure!
One said (the official Heathrow or Gatwick (don't remember which one) that her flight will arrive at 6 in the morning today, the other was convinced that the plane already took of at 7.35 - that’s from Hong Kong- and laded at 7 58 in London. Now someone please inform me how f**ing fast are their airplanes? Even the flight tracker in Widgets in Apple didn't help.
End of rant. Anyhow mum was home by midnight. But really, I am disappointed in Qantas Airways.
As you can guess we didn't really have much time to talk when she arrived (but I did spend a couple of minuets just sitting next to her) but we did talk properly today. More on that later, after all, all in good time. Today I was meant to have a Graffiti Project-thingy at the Youth Club. Mum walked me there at around 11:50 - she was supposed to have a meting in London but was to tired - and we waited there (by the Youth Club) for a while. In the end I didn't go, for one me and mum needed some 'girly time' to talk things over for an other there wasn't my usual Monday night crowd. I knew a few people. They were in two groups: David R from year 9 and a few younger boys (I saw them in the Centre later so I suppose they didn't go after all) and a few 'girly-showy-offy girls' from year 9. I personally was far more comfortable with the boys. No offence.
So me and mum, after waiting for about 10 minuets (she didn't want to leave me until I was inside) decided to hell with it all and went of. We visited the market - I forgot it was on- and I got some gloves, finally! My hand were to get weathered, or whatever is the proper name for when you hands turn slightly red and begin to bleed if you wash them in hot water? We also popped around to the bank with me finally setting up my internet account details. After that a quick stop at Sainsbury’s and Superdrug and we were heading home. Oh yeah! We also brought 2 rolls of wrapping paper.
Now for the talk, and although I don't feel like actually telling you this I know I should. We talked over it and in the end moving to Australia is the best decision. It isn't -as I see it- a way to say no. As mum -when she was away- received letter to say that she's been turned down from Cambridge, I really can't see there to be any other option. There is only 1 in 20 chance that she'll get the grant to stay and other than that we will end up being dependant on Andrew.
This may not come as a nice thing to say but moving there will be the best choice for all of us.
- Andrew gets to go back to his homeland
- No matter how much I love living here, it is only a village while Melbourne is multicultural city.
- We wont be questioned on why we're there or stuff like that because of the 'multicultural' thing
- People's views are much more relaxed there
- I'll be near my first love - the sea
It does seem like a win-win situation, but why does my heart not wish to settle down in one place, why must it force mo to look beyond the horizon?
Love Sasha
Travel has no longer any charm for me. I have seen all the foreign countries I want to except heaven & hell & I have only a vague curiosity about one of those. Mark Twain
You may wonder, 'How can I leave it all behind if I am just coming back to it? How can I make a new beginning if I simply return to the old?' The answer lies in the return. You will not come back to the 'same old thing.' What you return to has changed because you have changed. Your perceptions will be altered. You will not incorporate into the same body, status, or world you left behind. The river has been flowing while you were gone. Now it does not look like the same river. Steven Foster, The Book of the Vision Quest
Your true traveller finds boredom rather agreeable than painful. It is the symbol of his liberty - his excessive freedom. He accepts his boredom, when it comes, not merely philosophically, but almost with pleasure. Aldous Huxle