Australia - Manic Street Preachers

Final preparations are ongoing, check in opens in 20 hours!

As part of the prep I am refreshing my foonmuziek file, adding new releases and old favorites, using some failproof backups. One of those is this folder called weekendhuiscd, from another life, many moons ago.

As I was going through the list, selecting and moving stuff, I got to the letter M. Which always on this cd is one of my favorites and it goes from Madonna to Moony, with Mana, Merenguehits and Milky in the mix...
So I came across the Manic Street Preachers and their song Australia. I had quite forgotten about it, but the lyrics hit home, as I was discussing this earlier today:

I want to fly and run 'til it hurts
Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia
I want to fly and run 'til it hurts
Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia
In Australia...

The itinerary is loosely in place, leaving lots of room for sleeping and not speaking.
But first, there will be plenty of time for sleeping and not speaking in the first, second and third plane to get there :op

Wonderful unknown - Ingrid Michaelson

For the first time since I started blogging, people have been asking me when the next blog will be coming! Exciting!

Well, here it is (it has been a bit hectic these last few weeks...)

In the summer of 1998 I was gearing up for my first move across the ocean. Together with me, many of my friends from school, as this island does not offer a broad range of choices of universities. That was the summer that I graduated and got dumped by my first serious boyfriend (yup, on that same night) and fell in love with my first soundtracks (I was way into scores before that). Can’t hardly wait, City of angels and Armageddon were looped continuously while I was packing up my red, black and white bedroom.

So, around a month ago, 20 years later, as I was packing up my red, black and white kitchen, of course I had music on. The 'My life' soundtrack nowadays consists of Shazamed songs from the supermarket, documentaries, commercials and parties. (Am pretty sure though, that after spending some considerable time on planes in the following months, my movies deficit will be squared before the end of the year).

With the house packed, we tackled the next big thing. Polly, que en paz descanse, has been successfully removed and Joris is making a wonderful recovery. We have to keep reminding ourselves how lucky he has been and to respect the restrictions of the next few weeks (no heavy lifting!!!).

With Polly out of the way, we could continue with our plans as they were made earlier this year. We celebrated my birthday not in Holland as agreed upon, and then again in Holland with some dancing at my last fiesta Macumba for the time being. It is very bittersweet to say goodbye to good friends that we made over the years, but it is also very reassuring that many of these friends have already made plans to meet in the future. And that goes double for my baby sister and kids, as the idea of not seeing them regularly is just too awful to think about, so I am just blocking that.

Joris and his Sherpa (me) flew to drop him and allll of the suitcases off in a very wet Curaçao. 

I have 9 days to hug the family (including the cats, yay!) here before I go out on my own. The title of this blog is a song I really love that talks about the future. 

Scary, but mostly very exciting and the stories will be more regular then.