Melbourne

So I made it.
And it's all a bit weird.

Still suffering pretty badly, not necessarily from jetlag, but constant spinning head syndrome. I imagine going up, down, up then down again isn't natural. It's messes with your mind man.

So I've been here about three days and I'm trying to get my head around things. I'm staying with relatives which is very nice and helpful for thine wallet, yet I think it's making it harder too. I'm very far out of the centre (much further than in London) and staying with people you know means you aren't thrown in the deep end with other travellers. Whish sort of sucks.

I also hope I can land a job soon, if I can it means I'll have more freedom to do my coastal trip huzzah! For now I shall keep my eyes peeled, perhaps stay in a hostel for a few nights to socialise with some other people. Though I reckon I'll have to sleep a bit more first, and get rid of this irritating spinning head. Arrrg!

In the beginnning...

In the beginning there was nothing. And then there was....the internet. And we saw that it was good (well, mostly).

And so the arteest (proper pronunciation) has arrived at blogs. She has grappled with pencils, paints, websites and irrational customers, so why not blogs.

A blog seemed to be the most sensible way to keep my multitue of fans (I believe I am up to at least three, not including the dog) up to date on my location and artistic scrabblings. For yes dear people, this artist is fed up, shockingly, of Melton Mowbray. I am off to Australia on 2nd March to travel around, inflict myself upon the Aussies and generally see what happens. For christmas I recieved a new A4 hard-backed pad and a travel pack for paint brushes. It did leave me feeling about 5 once again, but of course it means I can easily continue doodling my way across the world with ease, and I hope some of you may like to check back every now and then as to what I'm doing.

Now all I need to do is get through these next 7 and a bit weeks without;
a) inadvertantly spending all my savings
b) suffering attacks of panic because 'oh my lord everyone there will think I'm a nutter'
c) worrying that when I remove a relationship status from the ever present and omipotent 'Facebook', a number of people will write upon my wall or comment upon this action with helpful phrases such as "OMG!!!!111 What happened babe??"

Legitimate worries I feel.

As well as all of this, I must continue drawing, and hope for the best.