Never Established

No, really.

I mean, normally I’m all girly anyway — I like make-up, the idea of camping scares me a little (though it does sound fun), I dislike mess and I spend too much time staring at myself in the mirror.

But last night I had this fact confirmed for me in the saddest way possible: I had a dream.

I dreamt that I had a pair of gorgeous Louboutin shoes which, due to some miraculous heel technology, did not in anyway hurt my feet and were, in fact, very comfortable.

Ha! I wish.

I am leaving the UK in 12 days. I will be back to Sydney in 20. What a scary thought. Part of me is oh, so ready to see my friends from back home again, but part of me is absolutely gutted to be going. It helps that I’ve already left Edinburgh, I think. I would be much more likely to get choked up if I were still there. As it is, I’m struggling with the idea of not seeing my sister again for at least a year, which is certainly difficult.

I have so much to do: packing, card writing, letters, souvenirs, applications…all sorts and it just feels like things are sort of tumbling down.

Right, need to go get ready for the day ahead.

Tonight is my last night in Nice, and I tell you, I cannot say that it’s been uneventful. I did make it to Old Nice, to Fennoccio’s, who do 96 different types of ice cream. I’ve been to the beach and did a little bit of a sight-seeing walk with one of the girls. I’ve met lots of random people in the hostel and drank too much a couple of times.

I’ve eaten far, far too much McDonalds, mostly because it’s close and I don’t want to cook. If it’s not McDo’s, it’s microwave food or just cheese. What can I say? I’m lazy, and I’m on holidays.

Last night, we went out again. I bought a bottle of vodka and between myself and another random guy, and we definately went through it all. I was  having a great time, until I just ended up drinking far too much, and started getting all weepy. My grandad died on Saturday and drinking too much when that happens is just bad. And then I spent 20 or so minutes  listening to some random guy telling me that I had to look out for this other girl that I met, because she’d been drinking  and he was sweet on her. He’s like “Seriously, look  after her, look after her” and I was just sitting there thinking “Um, what  about me? And then there were the old, old self-esteem issues raising their ugly heads.   And then my brother was there and drinking too much, and he hurt his foot and I totally lost it, because we always seem to end up taking care of him.

We ended up having to get  an ambulance to take him to hospital so that they could make sure it wasn’t broken (it wasn’t) and my brother and I got home at about 6:30 this morning. Fun, right?

So instead of going to Monacco, I spent my last day in Nice just chilling around and doing nothing. I was incredibly tired and very hungover, so I mostly just slept and sat around, which I was cool with. I had McDonalds for lunch and it did, it did taste like a hangover. I felt so, so seedy and just wanted to sleep forever. I almost never want to eat McDonalds again..the normal menu, anyway (guess what’s for breakfast, lol).
Then tonight we had a last supper with some of the friends we’ve met, and one of the guys, Ash, cooked — can  you believe it? — duck. So we had duck, egg fried rice, a marvellous sauce, prawn crackers…. all this on a student backpacker’s budget, and 10 of us sat down for a meal. It was great. Really felt like home.

So now, I’m back to Paris and onto a friend’s house just nearby. Then in 10 days, I’ll be on my way to England for the last of my journey before  I go back to Australia. I can’t believe how quickly it’s gone past.  It’s just flown.