Well, after so long away from the sites I used to visit almost religiously, I thought it was time to dust off everything (again.) and drop down a new journal, scare off the spiders a bit, perhaps.

In the last year or so, I have obtained a job working in a restaurant. Hardly a business executive, but it's something that pays the bills.

I also managed to scrape together the money (And the courage) to travel on my own to California in America, something with which I have been meaning to do for years, and may I just say, that a book is not going to keep you entertained for a ten and a half hour flight. I was on a plane for nearly twelve hours (Had to get a joining flight to Sacramento on a small plane.) and felt like death warmed up, but was glad to finally make it onto American soil.
Much to my surprise on arrival, I wasn't knifed/mugged/yelled at the moment I stepped off the plane, nor was I throughout the entire trip. The reason for this mindset was due to the person I would be staying with for my two week holiday, who had told me that he personally got held at knife and gunpoint at least three times and beaten at least twice.
What he failed to mention was the circumstances of these incidents, much less the timeline, as all of this had happened over a period of over fifteen years.
Overall, I had an enjoyable time, even if most of it was spent shifting furniture. (He failed to mention that they were moving house, so their was less sight-seeing, and more lugging heavy equipment to cars. (And damnit, he better take better care of his room the next time I see him, or blood will be spilt. >.<)

Despite all this, I got to see a few local sights, enjoy some typical american food, and fell in love with a place called Denny's.
For those of you not in the know, British food can be fairly bland at times, but that food was simply amazing.

The only bad point about the visit was that it ended much too soon for me, but I shall visit again soon, hopefully during July, as my friend wants me to see the festivities.

Another moot point, would be that I was forced to move house right after getting back. Right after getting back is a bit of an understatement, as the furniture and internet connection was moved already, so I got to spend one night in the house I spent just over twenty three years of my life in, before getting shifted. Luckily, I was moved "just down the road" to a small farmhouse, just outside my home village. Unfortunately, the internet and phone connection could be much better, but that is the way life goes, I guess.

I got another two weeks off shortly after my holiday finished, so that was a small boon to get me used to the new house. But sadly, moving house means moving furniture, and quite frankly, having a holiday off to move furniture, then flying a third of the way back around the world to do the same thing again, that idea can have it's head shoved up it's butt, and spend the rest of it's life walking around on all fours looking for the light switch.

My holiday ends in four days time and I'd rather it really, really didn't. Oh, and I recently turned twenty three while on holiday, yay and all that.
Oh, and Kit, you sunnovabitch, you still owe me a cake and a damned party! >.<

-Avia.