There's a proverb that says the best way to make a difficult decision is to flip a coin. In the second the coin is in the air, you know, in your heart, how you want it to land.
Buying those work boots was like flipping the coin. As we were driving back to Tuateawa, the van bumping and screeching on the dirt roads snaked around the hillsides, I imagined myself wearing those Skellerup steel-toed men's size 6 work boots for six months.
I whispered to Dave, "It's time to go."
And so, we're going.
It might seem like not enough time in Australia--only a week! it's an entire continent!--but I think of this as less an exercise in "doing" a place and more an exercise in slow travel. In other words, we'll be on the move for about 10 days, making our way from New Zealand to Indonesia, where I imagine we'll stay for the duration of our 30-day visa (unless we don't). Why Indonesia? Because I know only two people who have been there (one stayed on Java for a month; the other visited when he was 5). And why not!