The first day of the rest of my life...

...and I woke up on a friends couch, fuzzy around the edges from boozing it up the night before. Typical.

So here's the plan: leave Perth, live in Melbourne for 2 months (contract work) and then fly to London!

Anyway, I resigned yesterday. I was so nervous about doing it, but it went really well - much better than what I could have ever imagined! Leading up to the event, all I could see was the disappointed look on my boss' face. Instead, I had a happy boss who gave me huge hugs! And then gave everyone booze! He's done the traveling thing before, so he was completely understanding. I think (actually, know) I would have received a completely different response if I had announced I was going to another company!

So the boozing continued on for me last night. Red wine, cocktails, troopsing around to different bars in Northbridge. After 2 consecutive days of 4 hours sleep, I ended up passing out on my friend's couch, waking up at 7.00am (I am now programmed thanks to work) and driving home in a post-booze haze.

Now it's research time... making lists of what I have to do in the next month, figuring out what loose ends I have to tie up, and making sure I get my shit sorted. I can't believe I leave in 5 weeks... this is crazy! I think it's come quite suddenly, but I just have to do it. Work won't be a problem. In fact, if anything I'll have to make sure I don't work too much! I will definitely work my bum off over in Melbourne, but I want to make sure I live life to the fullest in London, and that means getting away from the computer and exploring.

Things are going to get absolutely manic - and that's the way I like it!