Fifty-one percent of teens (61 percent of females; 42 percent of males) had discussed with their parents “how to know when you are ready to have sex.” According to specific researchers, this is totally irrelevant to my blog post.
Let’s talk about Graduation.
Now I don’t have Type-1 Diabetes, but I do have a younger sister with the autoimmune condition. It affects everything she does, especially travel. The best example I have is our family trip to Disneyworld in 2010.
Living in Melbourne has taught me a thing or two about living with crazy animals.
On my first day here I saw a type of water fowl with a waddle and blue design on its head. It was about the size of a turkey minus the tail feathers, or maybe more like a large rooster.
It didn’t get any less weird from there.
Basically forever.
I’m not actually leaving forever, but maybe I will be. WHAT IF A SALTY EATS ME AND I NEVER COME BACK?!
Okay, I may just be suffering from pre-trip jitters. The main jitter currently stems from having no blooming idea what to pack. I’ve concluded I wear too many clothes. Great. So, now I have to pick between clothing I wear all of. There’s a lot. Most people’s advice is only bring what you actually wear! I wear not everything I own, but nearly. PLUS, I’m packing for 3 seasons, basically. Australia’s climate is going to range from a low of 40-ish degrees Fahrenheit (still working on spelling that) to probably 90 by December.
I’m going to have an internship, so I have to pack professional clothes too. And I REALLY don’t want to buy half a wardrobe while I’m there. I have other things to spend money on.
This is exhausting.
Somehow I have to narrow everything down. Pajamas and underwear will be the most challenging categories, and pants hold a strong third. I wear a lot of pants.
Shoes is going to be difficult too.
I need a friend to help me with this but all of my friends keep flaking out on me! I know this isn’t a priority to them, and really I should just tackle it on my own, but C’MON GUYS. GIVE A LASS A HAND, MATE.
I’m trying to adapt to Aussie slang.
Three weeks people. Three weeks and I am on a plane trapped in an unfamiliar place for 6 months with only one person I know, and I barely know him.
I’m excited, I’m nervous, I’m stressed.
Woo!
Ally International 