After months at sea, I spy land, and embrace it with open arms and flippered feet.

Yep, I've flipped up the page of the calendar on the kitchen wall 5 times since Dylan uploaded the most recent contribution to this exercise. It started off quietly, gained some brief momentum and held our interest long enough to articulate a few thoughts via fingers on a keyboard, and then, predictably, dropped off our collective radars.

Such fickle folk we be.

Speaking of dropping off radars... it awfully quiet here in Adelaide these days. I remember back in the day....The sending of a solitary text message on a mid week evening manifested into 8 cats streaming through the hastily raised garage door toward an eastern suburbs granny flat with a full-wall mural of a rainforest scene to...well...just to "hang out", i guess.

Ahh, those were the days. Being a member of our crew was effortless, in fact, you had to fight to avoid the action.

But time trudges forward. Before you know it you're 25, working full time, with more than half of your previously ever-present group of mates geographically dispersed outside of this town.

Such is life.

Its not all bad. Its a natural evolution. We spent the most time together when everyone was still "getting to where they were going". Now, most of us are "there", in terms of immediate plans outside of uni anyway. I've got plenty to smile about. A job I'd never even dreamed of having a chance of getting. One where I actually look forward to going to work. One with so many perks it could sink a ship with Rhys onboard, even when he is wearing his speed-shorts. All of this has brought a relative abundance of the almighty dollar to my life, and with it the ability to save up for something I have been dreaming about for as long as I can remember.

At 11:55AM on Tuesday June 12th, my girl and I shall board SQ268 and finally join this highly exclusive club of individuals who have been to this place called the "Northern Hemisphere".

I kind of feel like the last guy in a group of teenage guys to get laid. For years I have listened to the others describe the sordid details of their affairs, wondering what it will be like when I finally get to join the conversation with some knowledge of my own. Now, my folks have gone away for the weekend, I've got a franger in my wallet and a guaranteed root, so long as I don't do anything stupid before I'm confronted with my destiny.

Brilliant.

Expect some new episodes of Moff's Most Hated Celebrities in the near future. I have 6 months worth of pent up annoyance that needs to find a home.

Until then, try and avoid swooping magpies when walking under trees.

Trust me on this one.

- Moff