I'm official

Today we are off to Melbourne for a pig roast. That's right, a whole pig roast hosted by our lovely Africa friends. No doubt something good will come out of this weekend. 

Until then, this came in the mail yesterday. I can't for the life of me figure out how to turn the picture, so apologies to those of you that may have neck problems.

It means not much actually changes, expect that if I go back to study I'll get resident rates, and in two years I can apply to be a true-blue Aussie. And then, much to my mother's dismay, I can go to places like Iran and Cuba.