Best laid plans of man...

Well, here we are still in Mt Eliza. Yesterday brought unexpected events that meant we were delayed. So after a nice Chinese meal with Mum, we are settling into a lovely cool early night. The van is packed, the fridge is full and the road is beckoning...

Tuesday's the day

Finally we are tying up all the loose ends and starting to pack the van. The keys to the house have been handed over to the tenents and we wait our final days at Mum's place.

Nobody told me there would be five thousand things to organise and ten thousand things to think about while leaving our known universe for 12 months.

The shoes really hurt. I've narrowed it down to 10 pairs, and everyone shakes their head at that. They just don't understand the nature of the shoe fetish, that's obvious.

I am just beginning to feel the excitment build. I can almost see the bitumen and the broken white line and feel the breeze blowing in my hair as we blow off our lives in suburbia and begin the adventure.

Now I just need to get a handle on this blog...I'll be back...