And so I wait...

The title of this blog may insinuate that this writer is currently residing in China. This is incorrect reader. I am in Sydney. Hunched over my laptop amidst the wreckage of the half-filled boxes and suitcases strewn across my studio floor. I hear voices and I am sure that it is them, taunting me to the point of madness.

"Hahaaa you're never going to get to Macau. You're gunna have to stay here for the long cold Sydney winter with no home and you'll be forced to move back in with your parents and eke out a miserly living as a club singer performing 'Hot Stuff' in between the exotic, pole-driven talents of the likes of Cruella de Foo-Foo and Amber Starr". So far these voices seem to be talking sense.

"No, you're wrong!", I yell back. "I WILL get to Macau and follow my dream of rowing tourists around in a gondola through the man-made canals of a giant casino all the while serenading them with a selection of the finest melodies of the Italian songbook, from Quando Quando Quando, to When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie That's Amore!!!"

I receive no reply, other than my landlord peering in through my sliding door and enquiring after my mental health.

Never fear. I have resolved to soldier on and continue packing despite the uncertainty of my starting date. I will even make a blog ABOUT my trip. If that doesn't give fate a kick up the behind I will fly off to India and make a pilgrimage to every major julebi street-store I can find.