And lets not forget… arrivederci! Today I’m letting go of the last fragments of my Padova life and heading off on a grand Aussie adventure. And soon after that, BOOYAH, AFRICA. Being an expat is weird. The world feels like home, but simultaneously, also nowhere truly feels like home. I’ll miss Padova. For four completely insane years … More So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen good night
And a whole lot of dust. Short post from me today, because I’m living in a pile of boxes and bubble wrap. It’s doing my head in. Not to mention every five seconds I remember something that should be done before I mosey off to the land of meat pies, kangaroos, and spiders. Utilities companies, immigration … More Boxes, boxes, everywhere
This week I’m trying to learn patience. It’s a virtue and all that. Mum told me all those years ago. And mums are the bomb, so it’s gotta be true. Both Italy and Africa are currently giving me some patience lessons lately (translation: driving me absolutely bonkers). Basically, the Vikster and I have been trying … More Ask and ye shall receive … possibly.
Someday in the future, we’ll look back on this and laaaaaaugh. People tell me that Africa might a bit rough going for an Aussie that enjoys planning and itineraries and the like. I admit it, I was spoiled in Australia. We like to complain that the major phone company farms out their call centres to … More Sh*t Italy says