I just booked my flight to Melbourne.
Like, the flight that will take me to my new home where I'll start my new job and find my new boyfriend and experience a new happiness.
Expectations high? Nah!
It still hasn't really set in, the fact I'm leaving the Rads. And my family. And my cute little shoe box of a house.
I've got so much on my mind - a crazy Easter at work, to start with.
Then finishing up my job, packing up my house, starting my new job, heading to New York, turning 30, throwing a shindig of a partay and then crossing the border for good to see what life throws at me.
Oh, and finding somewhere to live in Melbourne. That's not going to break the bank or break my heart.
All this within the next 8 weeks.