So Vaughan and I made it to our destination, which at least at this point, is a lot less crappy than I thought it was going to be. At the very least the cereal doesn't cost thirteen dollars. The pub was actually rocking last night, and I had my first glass of champagne since Penny's wedding (which aside from being awesome, gave me the worst hangover ever). 

Vaughan was out and flying at around 9 AM so I took a walk downtown in search of food. The weather was actually good (you're probably laughing right now thinking that I'm just teasing you, but Western Australia does actually get cold in the winter), and I had a pretty enjoyable 15 minute walk. Until I realized that April 25th is Anzac Day, and everything is closed.

 Everything, that is, but liquor stores.

Which would explain the presence of the completely wasted guy guzzling one can and toting an entire carton, screaming obscenities in my direction. I discreetly ducked into a general store and read some trashy magazines for a few minutes. I figured that by the time I left the store he would surely have ambled past, but I was wrong. In fact he was sitting on a bench just outside of the store, caught my eye,  tried to apologize for his previous behavior, (and then, my personal favorite) said "see you around."

Like Hell dude! (Is Hell supposed to be capitalized by the way? And why do I get the feeling I've asked that before).

Beyond that, I've just been thinking a lot lately, and realizing some things about what it means to have a place to call home. And that it's important that I find a way to make that for myself. 

I've also learned a few things  out here that will make me a wiser, savvier person. 

Finally, my horoscope was totally right today. Not even in the way that horoscopes are vaguely right about every day, no matter if you're reading Aries, Scorpio, or Taurus, but in a creepily too accurate sense.