I will never forget you. Nor will I forget your occasionally unsettling choice of clothes: that “pretty” shirt from Topshop, that strange hat, that snug bonnet, that pair of trunks that gave “too much information.” If you can help it, I strongly advise you not to wear these in Australia.
When Jeff said you have the status of an “institution” in the blogosphere, I found myself quick to argue that you’re more of a “trailblazer,” a little red car swerving off the road to clear a path that–
I want you to know that I stuck a “Kick Me” note on your back when we were on our way home after coffee last week. I was wondering whether you got home safe and sound that night. I’m sorry if you got into trouble. I hope we can still be friends.
Remember not to talk to strangers when you get Down Under. The world is full of people more evil than you or me. This is difficult to believe in, but trust me. As much as possible, avoid asking for directions on the road. Rather, always bring a map.
I will miss you more terribly than I can ever bring myself to admit. Get back home as soon as you can.