I’m Leaving on a Jet Plane… I Know When I’ll be Back Again

Dear Blog,

I’m at the air­port wait­ing to jump on the plane to Syd­ney. I’m going to be at Word­Camp this week­end inter­view­ing Word­Press peo­ple and blog­gers all over about our this incred­i­ble blog­ging plat­form that has made cre­at­ing and main­tain­ing web­sites acces­si­ble to the com­mon man (and woman).

Behind me are Peo­ple talk­ing in Viet­namese. An Indian cou­ple in front hug­ging and mak­ing strange chirp­ing noises. A mother chases her son who is deter­mined to run away from her. A toy plane des­tined to fly in end­less cir­cles makes a buzzing noise; sus­pended in midair by a poly­ester string. Why am I writ­ing like this? I don’t know. Quite pos­si­bly the excit­ment of my end-of-year law school exam­i­na­tions have caused me tem­po­rary loopiness.

I’ve earned the nick­name of “ser­ial exam goer” at work. I only had two exams this semes­ter you see, but I’ve been to the exam­i­na­tion room four times. I tell every­one that it is inten­tional but the silly truth is that I mixed up my exam dates. Twice. Thank God I had mis­taken them as ear­lier dates. It was a wel­come relief to dis­cover each time, how­ever, that I had extra study days.

The father and uncle behind me is giv­ing life advice to his daugh­ter. It’s strange to hear the same encour­age­ment another father gives to his daugh­ter. It sounds famil­iar. Except this father is a bit all over the shop. And a bit more gen­tle than mine own who slapped me out of the notion of becom­ing a dol­phin trainer. (Metaphorically.)

Today I for­got that I had a plane flight to Syd­ney. After I fin­ished my exam, I walked out jam­ming to some funky tunes before rac­ing home to pack. I packed in five min­utes. It was a world record. All my friends are jet set­ting all over the world. Are we begin­ning the lifestyle that we all promised we would have to each other?

I’m excited about fin­ish­ing my final exam at law school. I can’t wait to get stuck into my own projects and catch­ing up with life again. Camp­ing one­self inside a room study­ing non-stop does strange things to peo­ple I noticed.

I’m excited about this movie. I start this week but I’m away in Syd­ney so mine begin next week. I can’t wait to have my onscreen death. That’s super. Super duper.

Sign­ing off,

Brain-confuzzled, free and totally groovin’ to the sweet, sweet sounds of feel-good tunes.

P.S. Why is it hail­ing and storm­ing in Mel­bourne? It is spring.