Tell me its not the insomnia talking...

Its 1.51a.m. in the great provice/state of Brisbane, Queensland.

 

Or 4.51a.m. in the great country of New Zealand where everyone I currently know is slumbering in a deep sleep.

Or 11.51p.m. in the countries of Malaysia and Singapore where a few friends are checking emails, playing Facebook games and catching up after a long hard day at work or school. The night is still young, after all, mi amor. There is plenty of time to play.

 

I have attempted, as per many travel survival guides suggest, to try and get some semblance of rest. I arrived in Brisbane in its early evening when my body clock, already adjusted to NZ time, was probably at home watching night time tv or playing a computer game or chatting while the siblings meandered around at home. Its a little routine that I've established while I was home waiting for things to fall in place so I could start my new career.

 

Home.

 

Never thought I'd hear myself referring to Dunners at home. Home is where the heart is, people say, and cliche as the line is, perhaps, Dunners is not home. Sure, it may contain the house that I'm helping pay the mortgage for and sure, it has my siblings there for at least another year and my parents congregate there with the rest of the family every Christmas but funnily enough, home for me is somewhere I can call my own. Don't get me wrong I totally adore being around the family, its just that I think the more I grow up, the more I have realised that I am probably the kind of person that needs to be on my own. For example, whenever I left Dunners to go back to Wangas, it was always nice stepping back into my own room, in the White House where I lived mostly on my own in the quiet of my room and the occasional shotgun blast or rifle shot =).

 

But here I am, currently homeless, again living out of that one piece of luggage and my satchel, sitting here bleary-eyed amongst other travel-weary people all using the internet set at daylight-robbery prices. The airport is quiet apart from the hum of airconditioning vents and the chatter of escalators and the clatter of fingers on keyboards.

 

So what happens next, you ask, for Poet?

 

I am set to board the plane for Singapore, which will in future be referred to as Merlion City, in about 7 minutes time. Although me, being a rebel will probably be the last to check in since I can't really be bothered to wait in line just to get my ticket looked at. So I'll board slightly later.

 

I will arrive at 8.15a.m. Singapore time, 10.15a.m. Brisbane time, and 1.15p.m. New Zealand time. Apparently, there will be someone waiting for me at the airport to take me to my temporary condo (yes, I said flipping condo!) and then I'll get myself settled in and then run around the place getting familiar with my surroundings.

 

I start work the on Monday with a 9.30a.m. visit to the Israeli embassy. Should be interesting as my passport clearly states that I am allowed access into ANY country except Israel. Who would've guessed, huh?

 

I'm potentially thinking that this blog might die as well and another one, created to start documenting my life in Merlion City. I mean, its good and all, having this blog and I can potentially see the messiness in trying to start another one. There's nothing to hide, as of now.

 

There's this part of me that keeps telling myself that I need to grow up. The AspiringPerfumer always laughs and rubs my head and says that I'm just like a little kid. The parents and siblings, apart from the Brother, still treat me like a child, at times, I think. And especially now when this is the biggest move in my career future just yet, it makes me wonder where I'm headed at this point in time with my life, my career, my relationships, my passions. Where am I going to?

 

I turn 25 this year. I'm supposed to hit quarter life crisis and do something stupid and expensive. However, my bank account is not quite warming up to the idea of a flash European imported muscle car. Wouldn't mind it, though +)

 

Still a few decisions to make here. And I'm excited about the opportunities that lay ahead. They might not be too clear for now but at least I know I'll be around when it happens.

 

Good to know, ain't it?