I'm so up for packing my things and setting off for a care-free and countless number of days. All I'll need is a camera, my now dirty converse (thank you rotw, you did beyond your intended job *thoroughly) and some charm. I'll maybe meet some decent people and from there we'll set off on a further journey. We'll catch the plane that travels furthest and we'll do it for no expense. That's right - we'll "jump" the traiplane (and get away with it. It's not up for debate, this is my dream, sunshine). So we're now in Australia. Nice. We'll have no permanent residence but instead will leave our mark in the many appartments we decide not to settle in but move on from. There'll be four of us. Money not a problem. One of us has to have inherited some wealth, right? And there'll be no drama. Conflicts only witnessed where the tan lines are envious of the now naturally sun-kissed skin. There'll be no worries, nor lonliness, nor regret. No-one's lacking any effort input. There's genuine admiration and respect for one another. Our similarities join like a puzzle should and our differences harmonise just as the boys of the Beatles' voices did.

*Samy wakes from dream*

Shades, sandals and shorts are still all essentials for the suitcase. The check-list at the ready in preparation for our return to what I'll now claim as my home away from home. Sounds swell, huh? Really is. Just this time, I have to set myself up for an (un-permitted) addition.
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