For some reason, tonight was the first time I realized that I'm sad about not going to Australia.

God closed that door for me, and is appearing to open up another one. I've got something to do, or learn, or expirience, in the UK. Whatever that may be.

I shouldn't be sad for all the people I'm not going to meet. Because, well, I'm going to be meeting tonnes in England as well. And having fun. Or so I hope.

I still want to go to Australia.

Talk about delayed reactions.