I went for a dentist checkup yesterday. My mum is a dental nurse so it’s dead easy to get an appointment and that. It seemed that the entire building was aware of my scheme to go to Australia, everyone asking me when I’m going and all that. It kinda made me realise, I’m really sick of talking about it like I don’t know if I’m going or not.
And that’s the problem at the moment, I can’t say with any certainty if I’m going or not. I have every intention of doing so, even though I’ve been talking about doing it for years, but it all hinges on visa acceptance. I can accrue enough money and I’ve got interest from a couple of people with regards to renting my flat while I’m away (would be nice to come back to if I do come back), so there’s nothing stopping me if I’m accepted.
Of course, once it’s confirmed and I’ve got flights booked and all that, then I can start telling everyone that it’s GOING TO HAPPEN. Only a few folk know of my plans (well, apart from whoever my mam’s gone and told), and it would be nice to not feel the need to keep it a secret any more. If anything it’s an incentive to get on and do it! Again, the ‘no excuses’ mantra works here.
So what can I do in the meantime? Well, I’ve been looking at how I can cut down on costs in the run up to the adventure, I’ve cancelled some subscriptions and I’ve generally stopped buying things I won’t need. At this point I figure I should go there with as light a suitcase as I can and buy whatever else I need there. Basically I just need enough to tide me over the travelling period.
Oh, one more thing, there’s a reet good band due to play in Melbourne on the 30th of September – Maybeshewill, a Leicester band who I’ve enjoyed live a few times before, and I’d be delighted to support them on the other side of the globe!