The End of Farming
26.07.2012 12 °C
I'm sitting here now in my room, all packed and ready to go. I cleaned the place up, making it ready for the next wwoofer.
My train leaves in about an hour, and I can't even begin to describe what I'm feeling right now. I can't even comprehend that it's finally over, my 88 days of farming for my second visa. Well, I threw in a couple of extra days, just to be on the safe side. Now I just have to send off the application, and I'll see if they'll let me stay another year in this country.
My weekend is already booked up with people to do, things to see... or was it the other way around? But I'm not that busy I can't squeeze in a little time for a friend, so in case anyone reading this feels like cathing up, just give me a shout. I've still got the same number.
Next week is already starting to take form: haircut, visit Oysters and see if I can go back to work, catch up with friends.
This is only meant to be half an entry, I'll try to write a proper summary of my time here when I'm back "home" in Melbourne.
Beppe Karlsson, Harcourt