I love you, Daddy. Seriously. This living on your own thing is hard as shit... and I'm not even completely living on my own.
You really don't appreciate things like sponges and towels and paper and salt and ... water.
And food.
Attending college near home with a meal plan is pretty much the best it could get right now.
Excited to meet my newly found extended family.
Aside from that, I love Melbourne, the campus, the city (all walking distance but not to squishy like NYC), the weather, the accents, the attractive people (minus when they are driving - Aussies apparently don't slow down for pedestrians).
(well, stressing hard about the classes right now, but hoping for the best).
All I'm missing is the rest of my wardrobe and kitchen toys...and an Australian income.
The one thing that is holding me back in my move-to-Aussie fantasy is the Inter-webs data cappage. Unhappy. So these will probs be the only post with multiple pictures for awhile. If I had readers, I would feel like such a tease.
Jurassic park//Indiana Jones adventures in the Army Duck.
Note of warning - like every plant in Aussie kills.
Welcome pack in Melbourne complete with condom, lube, and instructions on how to use them.
Markets cheaper than grocery stores? Yes, please. Plus ten points for move-to-Aussie fantasy.
Stuffed koala in a tree... oh wait, he's real :)
Jack the Ripper, who killed 11 girlfriends previously, apparently.
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