the start of my great adventure!

hey all. actually made an entry the night before leaving for my trip and it didnt bloodly work. so i am not goingt o write a lot unless same thing happens! well i fly from london hethrow to thaliand with a bag that wieghed 23kg. i thought i was going to die!!! i curse conatct lenses! yes they may be small but they take up a lot of room! anyhow i am going out on a group package and meet my fellow backpackers- there are 7 girls and 3 boys. its only for the flight over buyt they are nice- some very young 18-very brave too! stopped in thaliand and nearly didnt leave!! it is one of the most beautiful places i ahve ever been to! the sound, smell, taste, temples, artwork-i could go on and on!! the thai poeple are so friendly.

ok
heres the story(well an edited version for me!)
my names lindsey and i'm 24. I'm from a small old mining town in Wales where the most exciting thing that happens is when the orange rugby hero Gavin henson, makes a local appearence or when it snows and the town sells out of bread and milk.
i've done the usual thing-did my alevels and went to uni.
graduated a few years ago with a Psychology Degree(and no i'm not the typical cliche of a psy grad-(well they let me out on weekends now and the voices aren't too bad)
anyhow i've always wanted to travel-i had it in my head i wanted to do camp Amercia, then last year it was a travel rep, the year before it was a TEFL Course in Prague.
But i've always chickened out.
there always seems to be an excuse u know-i mean i've had a great job for the last 2 years. Had the car, the flat, gone out for nice dinners and concerts. I have great mates and build up a life for my self in swansea.
Had the boyfriends-been for civilised couple dinners(feel sick just thinking oif the bordeem)
so yeah i should have been happy, contented and self satified that i been living the graduate dream.
then randomly i realized-
bloodly hell life is actually really really borning.
do i want to be doing this in a years time?, a months time, a weeks time?
NO
So i quit my job, gave up my house, sold my car and got a ticket to Australia via Bangkok.
Granted i am going with an organistaion taht helps u set up your visa, bank etc but after that its up to me to find a job, home etc for the next year.
i leave on thursday.
scared? of course not i mean my history of travelling is amazing.
i missed a flight to spain as i mixed up the times of my flight, (mush to the amusement of the travel rep with no eyebrows) and i needed a GPS once to direct a mate to my flat.
i still put my shoes on the wrong feet sometimes.
so yeah i thought i might as well amuse/disturb/humilate myself (or at least take some peoples minds of work)with my antics of the next year(if i actually create a blog- as usually computers blow up with me just walking past them)
so here i go. its monday. i should be packing but instaed i am in teh library typing very badly and procrastating
i leave thursday and am completely clueless.
wish me luck because bloodly hell i am gonna need it.