Officially Official

Soooo, I did it.

I told my job.

And it was the most anticlimactic thing ever.  I don't think the chef even blinked, he just thanked me for giving so much notice - a month.

Where was the gnashing of teeth, the beating of breasts?  I mean, it's not like they can survive without me.

(I  kid - they will be more than fine, and so will I.)

The funny thing is, even after all of that, it still felt like my trip was a pipe dream.  I've been dreaming and saving so long, it doesn't feel like it's ever actually going to happen.  And this is after I purchased the plane ticket, secured the visa, sublet my room, and told my job.  What's it going to take?

Now I know: yesterday, one of the managers came up to me and put a hand on my shoulder and said 'Is it true?  Are we losing you?'  

And that's when it hit me - I'M GOING TO AUSTRALIA.

It certainly isn't a secret anymore, but having someone I didn't specifically tell come up to me and ask me about it made it real in a way it hasn't been yet.  This is happening; time continues it's relentless march forward and I will be getting on a plane very soon.  

I mean, it's not like I'm going forever.  Two months only seems long when you're waiting for it to happen.  I fully expect to get there, blink, and then be on the plane home.  But holy shit, it's officially official.  

Oz are you ready?  Because I'm about to commence freaking out.