Back on the Ranch

I have been home for just over a week now and boy is it strange. The morning after the first night in my own bed in over 7 months I woke up not exactly sure where I was, and completely overwhelmed by how many clothes I had in my closet. It's not that I even have a lot of clothes, but after a backpack full of stained and holey t-shirt, I felt like Paris Hilton. That feeling faded after I watered the bulls and checked my bank account ($6.37 baby!) but still...

I am going to hang around High Prairie at least for the summer, as I have a feeling the geo-gods won't be throwing any jobs down from the heavens until at least September. It's all good though, as I shall embrace the cliche of living in my parents' basement.

This will be the last post on this blog, as it is pretty hard to make dispatches from down under when one is no longer down under, but I promise to alert the masses if decide to go on another random excursion. Right now it is 50/50 between working in Ireland and popping into Europe or circling South America. All I need is $10 000 and I am good to go!

Thanks for reading everyone- knowing someone was on the other end of the line reading all this gibberish was comforting as I meandered around the red continent.

Cheers.

-A.