Queensland State Library

Blogging takes time, and for me on this computer, it is limited. You can probably tell by the title as to where I am. It's 4.41pm in Brisbane, and it all feels like a dream. Nothing is reality at the moment. It's not hit that I'm the other side of the world, on my own, doing my own thing - but yet here I am.

So, let's start from when I got through the passport control at Heathrow. I walked through, leaving the siblings and father behind to fend for themselves, and I wasn't sad (sorry folks) I felt good, I felt liberated. Something I had never felt before. No home-sickness. Nothing bad. Everything was just fine.

I found out the gate number (25 if you're interested) and wondered around for a bit. Looked in Harrods for bits and pieces, making a mental note to buy stuff when I come back through. (Georgina - maHOOSive bottles of Bombay Sapphire) Called a few people, texted a lot. Mustered all the strength I had to walk past a duty-free HMV. I then started to wonder to the gate, as it was nearly time for me to board. My stomach began to churn with nerves, like it does when major things have/are happened/happening. Called a few more people to calm me down, familier and lovely people. It was all a strange experience.

Now, the flights:

1. Don't get a window seat in economy. You're boxed in by someone kicking your seat behind you and someone leaning back in their seat in front of you and a large smelly man to your left.
2. It's so annoying that you have to walk through the better classes to get to yours - just to show you what you can't afford. Hmph.
3. Aeroplane food - YUM. Seriously - give me more of that bad boy.
4. Entertainment - there were good buits and bad bits. Finding Johnny Cash's Folsom Prison album was a winner - trying to watch Spiderman 3 was not. I had to turn it off when Peter Parker starts his emo-haired stance and dances down the road.
5. Free alcohol - need I say more?

Everything was good overall - didn't get up as much as I wanted due to being boxed in but it was ok. I stupidly wore my contact lenses for the whole thing though, but my eyes feel fine now.

Tomorrow me and three other people are heading on a five hour coach journey to Rainbow Beach and hanging there for the weekend, which should be fun. I've met these other people. two girls, whom I share a room with tonight (at the Yellow Submarine, Corrina ;) ) called Lora and Amber and then a guy called Pierre.

So yes, this is my life in Australia so far. And it's dead exciting.

Oh - Woolworths is still live and kicking here - how cool is that?

Over and out from the land of Oz.

Nic xxx