No travel story is complete without some sort of crisis, right? Glad to get that out of the way early. I’ll start with yesterday, getting an email near the end of the workday informing me that I had never actually registered studying abroad, so might not be able to register for classes in Melbourne. I’ll spare the details, but a few favors and pulled strings later, that got sorted out. Allthewhile, my homestay agency decides to wait until the day before I leave to inform me about my host family. Not homeless anymore. I’m secretly a little disappointed; being homeless in a foreign country sounds like a Bucket List-worthy experience.
One last evening at Chumley’s and a few snooze buttons later, Jenn and I head for O’Hare. First song on the radio this morning is, of course, Land Down Under. 5:30 seems to be an early enough time to leave. Nope. Miss my flight. Thankfully I have an 11 hour layover in LAX and there’s a 3:30 I can catch. Now I try to burn some time at the Grey Goose bar in the airport and the worst thing yet happens; the 312 tap in broken. Now here I am waiting for my plane to LAX.
TL;DR: Messy paperwork, I’m not homeless, missed flight, no beer.
Glad to see you have a Blog up - I am very eager to hear what stories had pictures you have to share. Looks like you got off to an exciting start!
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