Skyping with one of my closest friends from Adelaide while she’s in Europe is one very good thing. It was so strange seeing a happiness in her that I saw in myself only a few months ago. Life is never how you predict. You can’t see forward and you can’t go back. Its nice when someone understands.

If I could re-do it all, I’d study birds for a living. My pet cockateil often screams at the top of its lungs just as I’m waking up in the morning, or when I’m going to sleep at night. Her cage is in the kitchen, on the otherside of the house. How does she know what I’m doing down here? She also screams in the minutes before I arrive home during the day. It’s not the same time everyday, random times. I know this because I’m told by the people who are home. Her behavior is so bizzare and adorable, sometimes I just watch her hang out in the cage. Not to mention how she interacts with the male we got her (who she mostly ignores while she gives me all her attention). She spends all her time begging for cuddles from me and playing around on the cage floor. While the male climbs as high as he can and also demands my attention, but he doesn’t like being touched, he just wants me to talk to him and only him. He watches in confusion as I pet the girl and pushes her out the way if i talk to her. Maybe this is all just a giant coincidence. But birds are fascinating.

Til I am leaving my beloved country and home once again. I cannot wait to get my feet off the ground. I am going to spend three weeks wandering the green landscapes, climbing the mountains. I will live in a log cabin, an apartment in a town in the middle of no where and a farm. I will wander when I want to wander. There are no rules, no guidelines. I am just going, maybe seeing some old friends, definitely seeing some family. I can’t wait to just get away for no other reason than to be away. I will spend many days just laying around the house reading books about wizards and dragons. 3 weeks of heaven, as far as I’m concerned.

189 days.