Uncertainty

I'm very much a 'what's the plan stan?' kind of gal. Shocking I know what with my procrastinating ways and all, but for some reason as long as I have some foggy idea of what my future holds it doesn't bother me to put it off until the very last possible moment. That's logical no? Well here's an illogical aspect to my plans-I don't mind discarding them at the last minute and I'm notorious for changing my mind (much to my boyfriend's chagrin). I don't like things set in stone because I never know what twists life will throw my way-I gotsta have the wiggle room. You might say I have commitment issues.

I am the queen of to-do lists; often just the action of putting down my plans on paper has such a therapeutic effect that I don't even refer to the tidy color coded lists again. I live by my little calendar planner and tote a green flip pad with me wherever I go to jot down ideas and notes. My Lonely Planet guide is earmarked, highlighted, underlined, and starting to look rather rough around the edges. When traveling I am definitely not an easy going we'll see where to stay when we get there and hope public transport is around person. I obsessively research hostels, plane flights, buses, and trains to ensure firstly that I am booked and taken care of and secondly to find the best prices and times. It's all about the informed decision people. I've become Chris' personal travel and booking agent. He just shoots me an amused look of wonder as I flip through my pages of travel notes and hands me his credit card. Come to think of it, I should start charging booking fees. Hmmm...

Anyway, I've conveyed all the above hooplah for one very important reason: right now I have absolutely no idea where I'll be/what I'll be doing upon my return trip to Australia following my 2 week jaunt home. This is KILLING me! My flight is booked through to Alice Springs (I purchased the ticket months ago when Chris was convinced the rather non-remarkable central Aussie city was the place to be. He has since changed his mind) which is one place I can be assured I don't want to be. Thankfully I can ditch the flight in Sydney and make my way to an as now unknown destination. Ideally we would stay in the city of Oz that has stole my heart-Miss Melbourne herself. Unfortunately I don't think living here is conducive to saving: way to much temptation to spend on unique boutique purchases and frequenting funky bars. The priority is to finance a massive road trip up the middle of Australia and down the west coast by renting a camper van-a little expenditure of oh roundabout $7,000. Quite the spending Mount Everest for me really. I think the answer might be to turn to a live-in-position of the rural persuasion-cheap accommodation, maximum hours, and with nothing to do, there's nowhere to spend your money. I'm not excited about an Alpha experience part deux, but maybe I can find a fabulous resort who needs someone to sit and the reception desk and look pretty? A girl can dream....