I do this things sometimes, where choices freak me out?
I’ve been trying to figure out what I want to do with my final fortnight in Australia. Where do I want to go, what do I want to do, how do I want to get there.
I couldn’t sleep last night, so I was online, trying to figure out the best way to get from where I am to where I want to be.
Then I realized:
Where I want to be…isn’t Australia?
The things that I have left that I want to do in Australia aren’t things that I want to try and cram in to the tiny amount of space I have left.
The things that I still want to do in Australia are things that I want to be stressed about. I don’t want to be worrying about whether I’ll miss out on something, or whether I should have made a different decision.
I’m going to Bali.