Horoscope

"Should I get out of bed tomorrow?

Lions dream big dreams, and you love talking about your grandiose goals and schemes. Now's the time to put those plans into action. Don't just dream about it - get out there and do it!" - mX

Visa Fever

I have news.

The news I have is the most exciting news in the whole wide world.

Better than any other news that has ever existed in the history of news.

My visa has been approved.

I can officially and legally work in Japan.

You've Got Mail

Dad just threw an envelope at my head. Upon opening I discovered it to be my reservation confirmation for the Studio Ghibli Museum. I'm so gonna be hanging out with Totoro & the Cat-bus.

Finally Excited

I've been feeling a bit lost about my trip recently. Being caught up with organising everything I lost sight of the plan and the destination. In essence I lost sight of Japan.

This weekend just gone though, I spent half a day planning. Time that I really should have been using for something else but I started to get the travel itch again. I now have accommodation and sights booked for the first 3 weeks of my trip. The anticipation is beginning to build.

I am finally excited.

Job-less

I applied for the most awesome job the other day. A permanent position in Tokyo making enough money to be able to live comfortably and travel all over Japan.

It's too perfect.

I'll never get it.

Wish me luck!

Horoscope

"Should I get out of bed tomorrow?

If life in Leo Land has become boring and ho-hum, then its time to introduce an exciting international flavour to your daily routine. So start saving for that Himalayan holiday or Arctic adventure - now!" mX

check & check, or Japan even? thanks mX

Homeless

Well, who ever said "You can never go home again" was really on to something.

As of about 4 o'clock yesterday my apartment, no longer held enough of my trappings for me to classify it as 'home' anymore.

The bulk of my belongings are currently wreaking havoc in my father's dining room, with the exception of the prized possessions which have earned a place in either the turtlepack or one of the four crates my Dad has offered to store. Whilst surveying the great mountain of debris at Dad's place, I realised that Dad's place was, exactly that... 'Dad's place'. That despite the relocation of my clutter, the idea of 'home' had not relocated with it. That the house in which I grew up, even though I will be residing there again, is no longer 'home'.

Later that night, with a mammoth ginger slug purring on my lap (who's finally forgiven me for moving out in the first place), it dawned on me, I am no longer bound to a location. An unsettling thought, but a liberating one. 'Home' is no longer a physical destination, it has become something intangible. It is hugs from family that you can feel over the phone. It is running jokes with friends. It is the rumble of the Squish purring in my lap. All of which I take with me where ever I go.

I am nomad. Hear me roar.