EVERYONE is telling me how excited I should be. About to embark on a long haul trek to a land Down Under doesn't make me excited.... it fills me with apprehension because I know this holiday is not just any ordinary holiday. It's a holiday on which we will be basing a life-changing decision.
To be honest, I'll be glad when it's all over. At least then I'll know whether or not my gut feeling for all things Antipodean will be positive or negative. I've always viewed myself as one of life's optimists but more recently, the pessimistic side of me has started to rear its ugly head.
Already, I'm dreading the invasion of mosquitoes and the daily battle to get the kids smothered in their beloved Factor 30. And as for the flight ......... oh, the long, drawn out flight.
The first leg of 16 hours will carry us to Singapore for a couple of nights. I've made a mental note that stipulates my husband whisks me off to the world-famous Raffles Hotel for a world-famous 'Singapore Sling.' I haven't a clue what's in the lavish sounding cocktail, but I'll try anything once!
I'm told that for twenty-five of the finest Singapore dollars, you get to sample the cocktail and even, wait for it .... keep the glass. Husband will have to dig deep in his pockets here - a pint of beer comes a close second with a price tag of S$22 firmly attached and a glass of water for the boys will set him back S$13 each. I get the feeling we won't be staying at this joint all night.
After Singapore, it's off to Melbourne for a whistlestop tour in a hire car to check out real estate and the local amenities on offer. My relocation criteria is simple .... Our new home has to be no more than a 40-minute drive from the airport, on a direct train route into the city and within spitting distance of an off licence.
Whether my little piece of suburb heaven exists or not I'm yet to find out ....
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