One small week for man...

A lot can happen in a week. Right now, I'm sitting at my desk on a drab winter's day in a bland Government office, eating muesli bars and wishing the time away. In a weeks time, muesli will give way to granola, winter will make way for summer, and I will leave this office for the shores of the USA and a life filled with adventure.

Of course, it's not all great news. I expect that a good deal of the next month will be spent studying. People from all around the world head to New York each year, and they all have a dream. Their dream is to pass the NY bar exam. My dream is no different to theirs. Only 35% of non-American educated law students will suceed in this dream. The remaining 65% will leave the USA, having traded their dignity for a tale of unrewarded hard work. Statistically, for every one international student who passes, two must fail. I hope that Corey and I can dance triumphantly in the state of NY, but we'll be dancing to the sombre beat of the shattered dreams of 4 others who were simply not good enough.

So, back to here and now. I've quit my job, sold my car, given away anything that won't fit in my backpack (goodbye computer, Plasma TV and ANU gym membership), and now, I wait. In 9 days, I'll step out of a battered, yellow cab, ignore the fact that the driver just ripped me off, and stroll into my temporary home in the leafy Brooklyn suburb of Park Slope. I will be without expectation, but filled with hope. Thus will begin the exaggerated adventures of Hawkins and Corey.