And so it begins…

I wasn’t really sure how I’d feel when Rui stepped on the plane to Portugal. Or, more specifically, when he went through the gates to customs to wait another hour before he would step on the plane to Singapore to Amsterdam to Portugal. The first sentence sound much more romantic, I think, but one must be accurate about these things.

Anyway, it was pretty surreal sitting together at the airport for those last few hours. I couldn’t really believe a) he was going and b) I wasn’t going with him. It seems like something we made up. Har har, we’re going overseas. The joke’s on…us? Very Dada. Let me pull a top hat out of my pocket.

You might be wondering what I’m doing at Rui’s desk while he’s on a 24 hour flight to Lisbon. Well, our fabulous plan came together at a time when Rui was in a job he hated, so his focus was get-the-hell-out-of-here-as-soon-as-possible-for-as-long-as-possible. I, on the other hand, had this little thing called university to attend to, and at the University of Sydney they don’t publish the dates of Exams until, oh, let’s say within 5 minutes of the exam beginning. So when we booked our ultra-cheap tickets in January (not being sure how much money we’d have by now) , we had quite different focuses.

In any case, to get the cheap tickets, we stuffed things up a bit so it turns out Rui will be overseas for 7 weeks rather than 6, and I will be there for 6 instead of 5. I'm gonna have to miss the first two weeks of next semester.

But I’m so excited. I can’t wait!