As I sit here in my cold kitchen, and watch the rain dribble down the window pane, I wonder why it is that I haven't done more research into going to Australia. I've been on about it now for so long, and yet I still haven't even found about the requirements yet. I'm such a lazy cow!
I guess I'm a bit scared that I won't have the necessary points too. I hate the idea that you have to 'qualify' to go. I don't like being judged at the best of times, but, I miss Kelly and those guys who I met a year ago. Ah, back then when the sun shone every day, and we'd hang out by the beach. It was nothing like this, shitty grey existence. I wonder if I have SAD? Maybe that's it? Nah, it's more than that. Oz has the feeling of being fresh and clean. It's not cluttered by centuries of history - so no dark, damp council houses and Victorian buildings looming out of cramped alleys, all covered in graffiti and rubbish. The people seem almost naive, like there's no dark side to them, not like there is here; an edge of sarcasm and cynicism.
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