G'bye, Oz!

Pretty much done with Australia now - I'm sitting in the Sydney aeropuerto, with an hour and forty-five minutes until my roughly ten hour flight to Honolulu. Snagged a book for the flip (Shantaram), hope my ipod is charged, and got about four hours of sleep last night in hopes of crashing out on the flight. Got a window seat, to boot. i think i'm on the east side of the plane, and we fly through sunrise, which oughta be cool (assuming I'm conscious)

Anypoo, enough about the flight - barring extraordinary neighbors, it'll probably be exactly what i expect. It's leaving Australia that's the momentous (but simultaneously entirely devoid of fanfare) part. I still haven't quite sorted whether or not i could continue to wander, or if i'd have been happy working some random job. the job certainly wouldn't've been satisfying, but towards the end of my ten or so days in Manly I had some great conversations with a few brits and a kiwi - helped me appreciate what there is to gain in sticking around. But what I said last post still rings true - I know i can travel now (although travelling Oz is spectacularly easy - easier than travelling the States, I'd bet), and for the time being that curiousity's sated. The job front though, is my current version of the great unknown. I don't see myself happily settling down into a career any time soon, but I want to do something techy, something tinkery.

I'll miss Oz, certainly, but it feels like a good time to move on. I'll miss the kickass landscape, and the mind-stretching expanses. I'll miss the hilarious signage. I'll miss the freakin' bizarre wildlife. I'll miss starting a conversation and having no idea what accent, what voacbulary, and what story's going to come out of the person's mouth. I'll miss weirdass words. I'll probably step out into traffic a few times in the states. And go to the wrong side of the car for shotgun. And probably move over to the wrong side for the escalator going my way. And miss ginger beer. And meat pies. And eating kangaroo.


Mmmm... kangaroo.


Urp.

flightward!