Remember Me, 'round my home town.

I'm pretty much a week behind on this now.
Went home for the weekend. "Crazy, Alcohol-fueled all-nighters" is the best way to describe probably the first 50hrs. Everything and nothing had changed. People commented on how much weight I'd lost and to be honest it felt fucking fantastic. I worked hard to get back in to shape and it was nice to hear its paid off.

Meagz stuck to me like glue but it still wasn't enough time to make up for 3 and a half months. It was weird seeing everyone at the airport. It didn't sink in that I was home until we were halfway back to Traralgon and I was hit with sudden waves of excitement.

A lot more people made a big effort to come see me then I thought would. I wish I could go back and re-live the weekend, but I know I've got so much to look forward to for the rest of this year. I was going to name this blog "Back to Paradise" but I think that Paradise is not where the palm trees, perfect weather and blue skys are... Paradise is where you can be in gail force winds on a road trip back home and be filled with Euphoria just by the company in the car and the prospect of those who you are about to see.

Where the Wild Things Are.

I have a poster up in my shoe-box sized room of the movie adaptation of "Where the wild things are". I honestly can't remember what the book is about but I remember my Anty Kate telling me it was her favourtie book as a child so I put it up there to remind me of back home.

I've been working crazy hours this week. It feels good when I get my payslip though, but last night at work I really had to keep saying to myself, Europe next year, Europe next year over and over in my head.

This morning I forced myself out of bed at 8.30 because I've been oversleeping on my days off. I went to the gym and then swam at the staff pool and it was a good reminder of why I came up here and how much I do love it.

7 DAYS.

Best Job in the World

My manager Hayley and myself were interviewed by the 'Best Job in the World Guy(Ben)' today. He's making a documentary for National Geographic and now i'll be on it...with a scruffy face and bed hair no less!

Next stop: Hollywood.

Quick Update

About to run out of internet credit.
Race week is over, thank god!
Now things will go back to normal for a little while.
Still doing heaps of overtime to fund my oversea's trip next year.
Going out in Airlie beach this weekend for a mates birthday, should be a big night!
I'm talking to Brigitte on Skype this very second(first time using Skype I might add). Been swimming a lot, our staff pool area rules(photos soon).

Hired a boat with workmates on Sunday and we saw a pod of whales and one came REALLY close(Again photos soon, be patient!)

How the fuck did I get here? Part 2.

After re-reading my previous post(a href="http://tommythebeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-fuck-did-i-get-here.html") about my life right now I feel I have to clear things up. Not for myself, but to all the people that I completely disregarded when writing it. I know myself better then most and I have to say I sounded like a complete Jack-ass when I said "I've basically done it all on my own".

Clearing things up.

I would not have got as far as I have if I had not been granted the support I had through certain friends and family.

Although I didn't word it correctly I MEANT to say that it was such an amazing experience to fly myself to a place where I had no friends or family(Cheree the exception of course) to help me and try to make it on my own. I'm forever gratefull for having Cheree with me for the first month because to this day I don't know how I would have done that on my own. The whole time I think I was in denial about the fact that it could/would be over three months before I was see the people that meant the most to me.

What I was trying to be happy about, was the fact that I left for somewhere I've always wnated to go to, with no financial aid or general guidence from anyone. I'm proud of myself for that, for getting away from my regular routine and things I thought I needed to get by.

My parents were probably more supportive of me then ever towards the end(before I got employed at Hamilton Island) when I was running out of money(and courage) and If it wasn't for them and the inspiration of Brigitte, My Antie Kate ect, I don't know what path I'd be on right now.

So now when I ask the question How the Fuck did I get here?
I actually have an answer for myself.

Busy Busy Busy

Craaaaazy weeeek.
I've got three even crazier weeks coming up.
John is coming down this weekend & its the finale street party for race week.
Next week is Charlotte's weekend in Airlie Beach.
Thhheeen I'm going home the weekend after that for the weekend. Exciting Stuff.
Today I have to go the the gym, get updates from Brigitte(set-your-anchor.blogspot.com), find her a post-card so I can do a trial run with her address, get Dad a birthday present and get it in the post ASAP, start thinking of a Fathers Day present, Ring Mum & Sis, Get credit, Order groceries, and then meet up with Johnny. Phew!

Check Yourself.

Great minds discuss ideas.
Average minds discuss events.
Small minds discuss people.

Take Nothing But Poloroids

Found this awesome Photo blog, heyyousaycheese.blogspot.com

How the fuck did I get here?

I woke up this morning and forgot where I was. I have to say it was a good feeling when I figured out where I was. Plus, I've basically done it all on my own. I'm impressed that I threw myself out of my comfort zone and made it. So far I've only crossed half of one thing off my 19 things list, but I'm feeling pretty confident about the rest.

QM

Letter came today.