Work and Travel in Australia

Hi there,
first of all, I feel the need to justify my absence in the past thirteen days since I originally intended to create posts on a frequent basis, nevertheless merely did not manage to bring up enough motivation to do so in those moments that actually allowed me to time-wise during that interval. In other words, I have been busy but could more than easily have made up the time to write something on here if only I had found the sufficient amount of energy.
Be that as it may, the main reason behind this post is the fact that I am going to do a bit of working and travelling abroad for a probable duration of 12 months, starting at the end of September.
And seeing as I have got no more and no less than 33 days until I take a plane to Melbourne, Australia, the majority of thoughts currently occupying my mind revolve around that upcoming event, respectively everything connected to it. Because although the fact of me going away for a longer period had already been clear last year, it has just begun to struck me that it is really going to happen. To be honest, me touring the greatness of a country that is Australia mostly on my own sounds way too amazing to be true. Yet it is. I have heard almost entirely positive reports about Oz, namely its inhabitants and scenery, that I feel genuinely blessed for being given the opportunity to realise what appears to be one of many people's dreams. For me, doing a year abroad has always been part of my plans for the future - may it be in the USA, Great Britain or Ireland - and after being plunged into the existential crisis that I am still trying to escape from in vain about a year ago, fortunately my mother decided it was a necessity that I spend some time far away from the dissatisfying circumstances at home and thus did her best to convince my father to support this project as well.
So, here I am, slowly but surely getting ready for a journey that will hopefully not only make me collect important experience, loads of wonderful memories and new acquaintances, but also help me out in the process of  finding myself, of discovering who I am, what it is that I'm aiming at in life and how I can achieve it. I am striving to get mentally found by becoming physically lost. Makes perfect sense, doesn't it?

Jacky