International relocations: not fun
It’s almost done.
Three weeks, five sets of going-away drinks, two eBay auctions, twelve boxes, and six articles of checked baggage later, I’m sitting in Melbourne airport waiting for my flight.
If you thought that was interesting, here’s an academic deconstruction of the above, with the funniest caption you’ll see all day.
Update: I’m on the ground! It’s half past midnight, 27 degrees, and 95% humidity. I’d post a photo of the view, but my camera lenses keep fogging up when I take them outside. Clearly this is unacceptable, I’ll remedy the situation tomorrow.