Hey Hey My My

I had to say goodbye to two very close friends last night. It's starting to hit that I am actually leaving. Rather than an abstract concept, you actually have to say goodbye to the best that you know. Honestly, I should be used to this by now. In seven years, this is the fourth time I've jetted off for another country (to live that is). There's good conversation, a couple of beers and a tendency to avoid anything too sentimental. There are the hugs and the heavy thoughts that we carry with after we've drifted from sight. There are the lies we tell about when we'll see one another again, because the truth is that it probably won't be anywhere near that soon. Mostly the point is that I have exceptional friends here in Melbourne. The kind that are so special you could never think of a reason why you'd move away. That particular pull is one that is just a part of me that's tough to explain. But my friends? Well, they're with me every step of the way.

I received a particularly scary email from my soon-to-be-employers regarding accommodation. The prices they've quoted to me are way out of my price range. Fortunately my own research has brought forth much more reasonable options. In addition a friend of a friend has offered me a place to stay (with a whole family ~ maybe not my scene) on a permanent basis or just somewhere to stay until I find something. So even though I have a theoretical two week accommodation search limit I have a grace period thanks to this kind offer. Really, I'm trying not to think about such things because I have to maintain the faith that things will be ok once I arrive. And if I've learnt anything, it's that things are generally ok or work out for me at some point or another.

I had some odd dreams the other night. Besides dreaming about a co-worker that will be on a gameshow here (he actually will be on it - it just hasn't actually been on tv yet) I also had the classic pirate dream. Someone suggested that it may be because of the impending Pirates sequel. As deep as my Johnny Depp man-crush goes, I honestly haven't been thinking about that film. And certainly not to the degree that it would infect my sleeping hours. In the dream there were pirate ghosts walking around on the bottom of the ocean eating the skeletons of fishes. The head was still attached to the fish but the rest of the body was just bones. And these greedy greedy ghost pirates were throwing them back like all you can eat seafood buffet. The interesting thing about these ghost pirates was that they looked like the kinds of ghosts you see in old Scooby Doo cartoons. White but a faded look that implies that what you see are 'ghosts'.

Scooby dooby doo... where are you??