The night’s busting open, these two lanes will take us anywhere

Hello Lovelies!

Well some of you might remember my recent crisis post as to what to do with my life (well, the next couple of years).

For those of you who don’t know what I’m talking, the short version is basically that moi et The Boy were supposed to be moving to Australia (from Ireland) in February for a year, but after some ‘signs’, some negatives and poor family health, I was having a mild meltdown as to whether or not we should actually go.

We have arrived at the answer.

That answer is No, we are not longer moving to Australia.

However, after much discussion and snots and tears, we have devised a new plan.

A much better plan.

A plan that feels like THE plan, the RIGHT plan, the We’re Finally On The Right Life Road plan.

Myself and The Boy …..

….are moving in together!

True story.

If plans go to plan then by October, I will be all loved up with my lovely boy in our own little apartment (well our own little rented apartment)!

I’m too excited!

And then we’re applying for Canadian visas in December to keep our options open, so that we can move to Canada for three or so months next Septemeber/October, come home for Christmas, and then tour Europe for a couple of months.

But that part isn’t set in stone ….it’s more of a If We Still Feel Like Living Abroad For A While plan. And a darn good one at that.

And you see, I think this is what we were meant to do.

I’m a firm believer in signs and instincts, and while we were like Wooo Australia, it was more Wooo Travelling than Wooo Australia.

And when we were talking about not going, the only reason I was sad was that I thought I was depriving The Boy of going somewhere he really wanted to go.

Except he was happy to be living abroad and with me, not living in Australia.

But this plan ….this plan has ‘clicked’, it feels right, I don’t feel anxious about it, I don’t feel like I’m battling doubts into the background.

I feel like I’ve finally arrived home after pottering around for the last 22 years and I have that warm, comfortable, safe, happy feeling in my belly when I think about it.

I really do think this is a fate thing.

You really have NO idea how COMPLETELY happy I am right now!

Even though a really mean PR lady has just treated me horribly and was nasty and pretty much said she was going to make a complaint about me for being unable to fulfil her unreasonable and frankly, stupidly impossible, request.

Hurrah!

But then someone in work told me…

I’m having a mild crisis.

As you all know, The Boy and I are planning a move to Australia (Perth to be exact) in February.

As soon as anyone who knows me hears this, they all reply “You? In that heat!??” followed by laughing and that Are Ye Mad look.

Well I’ve ignored this. Yes I hate the heat, yes it makes my hair go crazy and that upsets me, yes I detest sweating, yes anything above about 20′c makes me incredibly cranky.

But sure I’m not going to care ….this is an adventure!

But then someone in work told me about this poison-filled spiders that are in Perth, and I freaked out.

I fear needles and that has dripped over to include any insects that bite and suck blood or put something else in, like poison or baby insects.

The lovely Bambola has sent me a nice little email calling me a crazy person because you hardly ever see them, but this came AFTER many hours of internet horror stories regarding these spiders and also my work mate’s own Attacked By Killer Spider story.

So I immediately told The Boy and he, knowing what I’m like (being there for The Mosquito Incident and being my ear during the I Couldn’t Sleep For A Month incident when I was convinced a bedbug had stowed away in the my bag from Venice), he knew this was a serious setback.

The weather I could probably deal with, but being constantly in fear of coming in contact with something that could cause me pain and possibly end up with an antivenom injection!?

You might call me a coward and you might be right, but it’s A fear like claustrophobia and I don’t think I can do a lot about it.

But then other botherments I’d been ignoring came flowing forward:

• What if something happened by brother while I was gone and I didn’t get home in time? He has a heart condition and I really don’t think I’d ever forgive myself if I couldn’t get back …being two days of flying away is a BIG risk.
• There’s a good chance things mightn’t work out over there, and considering the cost of flights and the fact I’m giving up a good job to go there, is it really a risk we should take?
• Also The Boy’s nanny hasn’t been well this year, so I know he’d feel bad if he wasn’t there, and I’d feel bad because Australia was my idea.

So we spent nearly four hours in our favourite diner discussing this, and while we haven’t scrapped the Australia idea, we’re aware of the fact that it’s not really the perfect plan for us anymore.

So we’ve to come up with alternatives.

We have to do something: it’s our last big hurrah before we try this whole Grown Up thing and I know I’d regret it if I just gave it up now.

• It has to be during 2010.
• It has to be at least 6months long, otherwise it’s not worth my while giving up my job.
• We will need to work at some stage during it, cos our savings won’t get us THAT far.

Initially we had this great plan of working for 6months in the US and then travelling around Europe for 4 or 5 months, but US visas are near IMPOSSIBLE to get when you’re over a year out of college (which I am) and don’t have ten years to waste waiting for your visa to come through.

It’d be TOUGH getting jobs in Europe cos we don’t speak any of the languages (well apart from The Boy speaking French).

Canada is a possibility, but they’re not accepting working holiday visa applications for 2010 until December and I’m reluctant to leave this all up in the air until then.

Guys …..any suggestions?

The Best There Ever Will Be….

I had an odd morning.

It was Saturday, which meant I wasn’t in work and therefore had a lie-in.

Except I was up at 7:30am.

Why?

Because my mother was ‘bringing’ me to Easons to see Bret ‘The Hitman’ Hart at his book signing.

For those who don’t know, Bret Hart is a wrestler who was huge in the WWF (the old and much better version of the WWE), who my mother adored/adores.

I do admit I was a pretty huge WWF fan as a kid, but it wore off as soon as it became commercialised.

Still it was kinda cool to meet a legend in the flesh…