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the next adventure

One of my resolutions this year was to write a blog post a week. I haven't quite been meeting that mark, but given the turmoil my life has been in for the past couple of months I think it's ok.

So, now I have a contract position on a mine - the money plus the lifestyle situation that I've missed ever since I last flew away from the red dirt. Coming home from Bali and flying over the northern soil put an urgency into me to head back to my other "home". In 12 days time, after inductions and driving courses and lessons in procedures, I'll be there.

La via รจ in corso.
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