Another tired Sunday evening in Melbourne: the result of a Saturday night bbq with friends before i head off overseas. Up until tonight, I had only been concerned with the day to day. I gave passing and relevant recognition to my plans to travel, but thus far study, exams, work and a little socialising had kept my head placed firmly in that strange place of 'normality'.

But this Sunday offered my super ego the inevitable opporunity to come to terms with a new contemplation. The responsibility I endeavour to give to my widowed Mum and my sick brother had given way to the enlightened self-interest (self-ish-ness?) of education, travel and relatives in the Middle East. The consequences of this realisation are not naturally positive and give me a lot to think about.

So with trepidation and anticipation I try to recall what it was that I was supposed to pack that is not strewn across my bedroom floor. I leave tomorrow night for Vienna, where I will be greeted by one crazy Ruski named Olga, Uzza the Czech Viking and his cousin. We will not be listening to the Viennese Symphony Orchestra play Mozart. Instead, the cultural delights of the Austrian capital will offer us the delectable, enlightening aural and esoteric spectacle of Tool at the Wiener Stadhalle. Melbourne, Tool, Tunisia... it makes sense.

Lots of love to my Mummy and Brother Omes. I'll pray for peace, health and happiness. Althuogh i miss you already you are never far away from my heart and thoughts xoxoxo