I'm right in the middle of a push to make overseas happen and I'm winning. I don't want to jinx what's going down but it's immensely satisfying getting through the rigamarole that unfurls when one decides to relocate.
I've got that same, nervous but assured sense of discontent in my belly that is ridiculously comforting. Comforting insomuch as I feel like I'm making the most of an opportunity presented to me and seizing it with two hands. This is happening. Happening it is. I can't believe after sub-conscious and conscious procrastinating I'm actually going abroad.
And I've been touched by the overwhelming positive feedback I've been getting.
"I'm so proud of you," friends have said.
"I'm so freaking jealous," others say.
And my favourite after getting told I'll be travelling to Thailand in my second week of work:
"Have you slept with a leprechaun or something?"
Maybe I have. Maybe I have.
I'm finishing up at my work desk this evening as I have Playground Weekender tomorrow - a multi-day festival that will be a great way to finish off my penultimate weekend in Australia. The majority of my crew will be up for it and it will be filled with quality time, good conversation and what a few of us like to dub: the Nectar of the Gods.
Word on the street is it's going to rain but there's no way it will dampen our sense of fun.
I come back from that on Sunday night, ready to hit overdrive with getting rid of things, a health check, and many an individual farewell. Then next Sunday, oh Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, next Sunday I hit the skies.
And I've got a feeling this is going to be even better than I'm expecting.