Normally I would post something inspiring instead of just "goodbye".
But what can I say that hasn't been said before in great detail elsewhere?
How-To-Know-If-You-Packed-Too-Many-Books? (You probably didn't.)
Is-It-Acceptable-To-Read-At-[insert place here]? (Yes, of course it is. Who the heck decided there were "unacceptable" places to read in? They're deluded and make silly rules and you shouldn't listen.)
What-do-I-do-if-I-lose-my-sister-in-the-airport? (Buy something delicious and eat it. Siblings have serious 6th senses about a) tasty food and b) injustices, a.k.a you eating something good without them. They'll come back.)
What-if-my-book-gets-wrecked-on-the-trip? (Either take a kindle or be brave. Dauntless! What's better? A book that's never ever read and in perfect condition OR a book that is well travelled and saved you from brain crushing boredom on a car trip?)
I-can't-read-in-the-car? (Not a question, but that's okay. Neither can I. AUDIO BOOKS.)
What-if-my-blog-crashes-and-burns-without-me? (Employ babysitters, like you would if you left your dog home. I'm having Emily and Lydia come over.)
Is-it-safe-to-talk-to-[insert employee of shop or relative or acquaintance or hobo here]? (No.)
See? All your questions: answered.There is literally nothing for me to go into detail about, which is a bit sad, but probably for the best. I know you've heard that advice a multitude of times.
So where am I going?Mime and I are journeying across Australia from the glorious sanely temperatured coast to THE DESERT for my brother's wedding. We are going from Winter to insta-Summer. We are going from sleeping at night to plane-trips-at-night. In fact, as you read this, I am in an airport (probably eating, because what else do you do in an airport while you wait for a plane?). We probably won't have internet in all this time.
We'll be back in a week. Maybe.
But don't worry because Emily is going to keep you fabulously entertained and Lydia is going to spill all my secrets. I'm scared. I truly am.
Don't get up to too much mischief while I'm gone, okay?
Cait has this deep LOVE for her own bed. It's comfy. It's familiar. It's the most glorious thing she owns (apart from her bookshelf). She will miss it. She is also a very anxious introvert, so peopling all weekend is no doubt going to give her grey hair. Spare a thought for this poor introvert. Currently, like she said, she's in an airport. She's probably using the free WiFi or reading WICKED or deducing Mime's forgotten to pack something (which is 98% sure to be true anyway).
Note: The title of this post should have been "see you later, alligator, in a while crocodile" which I hope you've heard of before. But then reptilian slipped out. I'm not even sorry.