The countdown timer on my clock tells me that I have 32 days, 15 hours, 16 minutes and four seconds left of life in Australia. Time has been ticking by way too quickly and in a couple of days time, I will hit the thirty day mark. Where has the time gone?
In a way, I still feel like I am in denial of this happening. Anyone coming in to my place will not think that I am packing up life and moving. It's just the same old place minus a few things. I have pulled things out of cupboards, only to put them back again and I have moved things from one corner of the house to another. To date, I have only managed to pack one box and I keep telling myself, how can I pack up my life when I still need to live it for the next four weeks?
Procrastination. That's what it is. That's why I am sitting at the computer writing this blog.
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