this is home this is where i go this is my playtime this is the past this is my time
 
21 August 2003

I'm home, where apparently much drama has been happening... and it was so odd tonight, sitting at Arney's house without Jeff. I felt like the only reason he wasn't there was because he had work, or his parents were being strict, not because he was thousands of miles away in Ohio. And I still can't believe that in two days I have to pack my life up and take it all the way to New York. And on a plane, again. Blargh.

Australia was fun. I can't say that anything really exciting happened; we did all the tourist spots and ate, ate, ate. I had the best fish and chips ever (both from different locations), started on my way to being a wine connoisseur, saw koalas and wombats, heard Stephen Isserlis at the Sydney Opera House, drove 112 on the left side of the road (don't worry, it was in kilometres), missed my friends badly, thought constantly about a certain someone, stayed in the most beautiful hotel room ever, and took photographs. There's more, I'm sure, but I'll get pictures up as soon as I can find my Nikon CD for my laptop.

Can't believe I'm off again so soon.