From Dream World to Real World

Every single day that I've woken up from a night of slumber the first thought that forms in my head is, "I wish we could leave for Australia tomorrow...". It's been 2 months since I left El Salvador and have come to terms with the envy and failure and slight embarassment I felt for a good month afterwards. Up until a week ago I still had three more months of waiting to do.

About 2 week ago I was more or less convinced (although I didn't need much convincing given the circumstances) to enroll in a personal chef certification coruse in Miami that would begin on September 30. I enrolled in the course, bought my plane ticket, call my mother and told her I'd be spending 3 months with her and went through with the whole thing. As I write this entry I'm lounging in my brother's studio in Miami, a day after the personal chef course was meant to start. I woke up bright and early yesterday morning and made the trek down to Kendall - about an hour or so including waiting for public transport to arrive. It's a total of 3 hours from where my mother lives and 4 hours by plane from where Will is living. Once on campus grounds, I realise that I haven't got the classroom number. Upon calling the admin office to figure out where I'm meant to be taking this life changing course, I'm informed that the class has been canceled.

It would have been really swell if I'd have been informed BEFORE I flew down here. I'm still feeling a bit agro over that, as now I really don't have much reason to be in Florida before Christmas.

On the brighter side, I applied to culinary school in Melbourne (Australia) last week and I was accepted. So Will and I will be on a jet plane headed for the sunny land down under on November 15th.

Yes, your eyes read that correctly: NOVEMBER 15th, 6.5 weeks from now.