In six days, my postgraduate diploma thesis is due.

In a month, my boyfriend and I are flying out to Cairns (yes, we’re off to find Nemo).

And in that period of time I have to work to make ends meet, complete my coursework, and at the same time, make big decisions. Decisions that will change the course of things for ever. I have to decide whether I will be moving down to Melbourne and accept my offer to do a Masters degree in Public Health, or deferring this offer in order to have more time to wait for results from the universities in Europe that I will be applying to. I am horrified, and extremely anxious. I’m lucky to have all these opportunities, but I fear not being able to make the right decision for myself. The idea of being with Al in England is just so tempting, but at the same time I wonder if it’s clouding my judgment. I wonder if it is a good idea to move. I wonder if it will work out. I just can’t seem to put my finger down on how I feel about this, and each day seems to go faster than the one before, which makes it scarier…

Blah. I wish it were easy. :(