Here goes the paperwork, there goes the neighbourhood.

Paperwork that determines my future existence in the mail. Check.

Twelve Days to go at Yacht Club and then it's ship out time. I have a couple of B Plan options, but they're more ways to stall while I'm finding somewhere to live and a job. There are quite a few places on Craigslist but I've had such incredibly bad experiences (Jim, the crazy rehab guy and Veronica and Chad, the cougar and the jail bait couple for a start - all of whom have cost me over a thousand dollars between them) that I'm pretty apprehensive. Financially I should be alright, assuming I get a job as soon as I get there (and I've started looking). So I think it's just a case of holding off until mid September and then moving into a place. That way I can finish my temp job and put together a security deposit.

My mum is the most supportive and incredible woman ever. The homesickness is killing me at the moment, but at least being able to call home whenever I need to helps.

-K