LadyAwesome exclaimed "Hello!" and gave me a hug.
It was the nicest way I've been woken in years.
I was a bit befuddled by jetlag and sleep, and asked her quite seriously what she was doing in South America.
She politely pointed out that I was in Sydney.
Ah. That explains that.
Can we go back to the hugging bit now?
But what was I doing in Sydney?
Wasn't I meant to be adventurerering around the world?
How did three years become three months?
Well, my plans changed. And I blame a few people for that - and all of them are women, including Fyodor.
But mostly, in the spirit of Southpark, I blame Canada.
Harry's List of Blame
1) Christina. Part of Canadia.What an impressive, ambitious, engaging, young woman. It was nice to be reminded.
2) Colleen. Part of Canadia.
We talked shop. She's spent several years writing a novel, submitting it to agents, rewriting it, resubmitting it etc etc. The road is long with many a winding turn, and you have to be tenacious. There is no alternative. So, my plan to be personally elevated to godhood by some miracle probably won't work.
3) The owner of Cafe Central, Santiago, Chile. A man called Rodrigo (also not a woman).
He followed his dreams, but probably not the one involving being bitten by leopards; the one where you hide a body; or the one where you spend the whole time looking for your keys.
Hand waving via email is a suprisingly effective motivational technique.
Dude, we have some majorly mighty stuff to do. No, you don't have a choice.
So, does that mean my adventurerering is over?
It's just changing a bit.
I can't but conclude that I've spent ten years avoiding the five years of failing that would appear to be my destiny.
Well, guess what Destiny? I'm coming to kick your arse. There will be blood. There will be hate. There will be tears. And there will be broken glassware.
Oh, and also I ran out of money.