The time is nigh...

Well here I am, 61 days away from the biggest trip of my life. And here I go again, building up things larger than life so I only leave room for disappointment. Birthdays, new years, you get the picture. I digress.. I have been chatting with my cousin Ellie who has done the year abroad thing to Australia who felt the same way before she left... that this will be a life changing experience. One big difference is that she had a boyfriend when she went away. I have a dog. She also had a traveling partner. I like to think that dogs don't really have a concept of time and this makes me feel a little better about leaving. So here I sit, cross legged on the bed with Jazzy in my lap, occasionally sneezing and sniffling thanks to this darn "common cold", trying not to get too anxious or stressed. After doing some math (with numbers that are not new to me, I just never really thought about it before), I realize that I've only got about half the money I'll need while I'll be gone. But I will work. And perhaps I'll find some remote grassy knolls by the ocean to sleep on to save on hostel money. At first I asked Ellie about remote beaches to sleep on and she reminded me that beaches are not that great to sleep on. Oh right - of course not. Silly me. Already "worrying" and looking into cost cutting measures. However, she has assured me that you can get a decent box of wine for $6 so that is very good news. Ellie also reminds me of what I already know... EVERYTHING WILL WORK OUT JUST FINE! It always does, one way or another.

So, we'll be heading to Spokane on March 7th, the day before my flight because the border won't be open for me to get to the airport in time. I'm already looking into cheap hotels for us. My motto for this trip "over prepare then go with the flow". That is comforting, no?

Well I've been off work for a few days trying to beat this cold, drinking hotty tottys, green smoothies, watching movies, sleeping and banking up some quality time with Jasmine. I go back to work today for a few hours, then tomorrow I have my 6am start at Curves again. Not many more to go!! 8 or 9 more... haven't decided when I want to quit working. Perhaps Friday the 4th will be my last day. I should have enough time off between now and then to pack up my room and put everything into storage for god knows how long... sheesh. Scary thought. It's moments like these where I look back over the last few years of my life and my heart smiles. I feel I have done so much - good and bad, and learned from it all. That is all we can ask for, right?

'Cheers', 'salut', 'yamas', 'up yer bum', to 2011!!!