Nowhere to be.

We walk eagerly, at quite a pace, its exciting. I look up and around, trying to grasp hold of every sight I can. Even the sky, the sun, the buildings, the way the world looks in this new place. The way the sun shines, how the rain falls, its different. And interesting. I can follow my nose and have no idea where i'll end up. So we do. We misplace ourselves. Coming to (metaphorically) in a street we don't know the name of. Working to understand our location. We're map-less. The cobbles on the street. The shop names. The people who walk like they were meant to be somewhere 10 minutes ago. Its all so....foreign.

Yep. I love it. Ahhh Adelaide.

Travel. Travel. Travel.

Adelaide. Twas fun. We drank, we ate, we read, we danced (not actually). I felt like a rockstar, getting there as the sun was rising and then falling asleep before my 1 year old cousin's bed time. It rained almost every day, but somehow not in a bad way. We were on holiday after all. What does it matter. I tried more coffee places than i have had in my entire life so far. And shopped. We were tourists and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Where to next?

Zzzzzzz

TOO tired to function.

Who decided to put only 24 hours in a day? We need to have a word.

Adelaide, do you dare me to go WILD?

SHOPPING!!!!!!

Ummm why?

Why didn't I start earlier?
Why did I think I had enough time when I didn't?
Was i simply kidding myself to think i could finish it?
Was it reverse pyschology that i somehow won and lost all at the same time?
Does something happening once mean it is likely to happen again?
Can i turn it all around with the little time I have left?
Should i give up, consider it a loss and use the time to move on?
Or should I push myself to complete it, and use fear of failure as my motivation?

Should a project about Hitler even be this high on my food for thought?

Hmm.....perhaps not.

Holidays. Your absence is duly noted...

Not long now Adelaide. I hope you are excited. I am.

I wouldn't mind being here right now. New York. Perhaps I should make a transport machine.

No more frost?

My bare feet are submerged in the plush, clean carpet. Distinct wafts of homemade baking and fresh cooking filter through the warm air. The flickering fire omits heat like the midday indian sun, warming my whole body inside and out, thawing months of frost and chill banes. It is warm. It is quiet. I am full.

I'm home. Duh.

Accio heat!

Chill makes concentration all the much harder.

Fear not, we are almost there.

Determination was once the ability I thought I held above others but its sure being tested right about now. One more test and one more research project. I believe I can do it, I've gotten this far after all. But solitaire is slowly creeping into my study hours. Concentration is beginning to dwindle. In my breaks I think. Think about seeing the new sights of Adelaide. Think of spending days simply trotting from shop to shop. Think of watching movies long forgotten. Think of sampling coffee in as many cafe's as my mother and I can find. Think of capturing moments on film that can forever be remembered. Think of escaping my known and venturing into someone else's. Think of seeing my brother. Think of time and space and using it to do God knows what.