Sunburnt country

Back in Melbourne in one piece. Spent the train trip alternately sleeping and looking out the window - I realised somewhere between Wodonga and Wangaratta how much a part of my psyche the landscape there is. It's nothing special, just rolling hills and farmland and eucalypts and an ever-changing 180 degree sky. But it's a foundation, somehow. No matter how long I'm gone, or where I'm actually living, it's there.

Okay, wankery aside, Things have been achieved today.

Packed my second pack, and discovered that I own far too many clothes. Another parcel will be happening on top of the other two I already have to send. But, the bag's packed and I'm pretty sure I can squeeze my sleeping bag and sneakers in there too.

Busy day tomorrow. I need to make a bunch of phone calls (yes, left those until the last minute, since I hate phoning companies. :P ), get my fringe trimmed (for free! gotta love that idea), mail those parcels, and then head to the pub with Phil and Bounce and the band.

Still need to pack the carry on (and the computer bag, obviously!) and write out the list of stuff I'm taking for the Immigration people. 'Cause yes, they want to know everything I'm bringing. Fortunately, since I own and have been using everything I'm bringing, there's no taxes. Whee.



Sleeps: 2

Bags packed: 2 and a half

Cupboards to be cleaned: 6

Beer bought for Canadian roomie: one 6-pack of Boags.

Kilos of luggage to be carried: possibly several times own body weight.