Leaving, on a jet plane

After 5 years of living in Hobart,a truly beautiful city, I am about to leave.
Nearly exactly 5 years to the day I'm hoping on a jet plane and embarking on a world tour.

Hobart has been a wonderful experience for me. I moved down here chasing a girl with the intent to drop out, grow some dreadlocks and paint.
Instead, within 4 weeks, I landed a job that would turn into a wonderful career doing what I do best- draw goofy things!!



I could go on and on about what I've experienced here. The loves I've had and the loves I've lost. The beer I've drunk, the music I've discovered, the cheeses I've eaten and the friends I have gained.

But I won't.



On monday evening I'll leave Hobart, Tasmania, jump on a plane to Melbourne and leave the country the next morning.
I'm in the process of packing up my stuff, trying to throw out as much as possible and storing the rest.
My computer keeps crashing as I desperately try and get my shit together. I've fought the urge so many times not to punch the monitor, but I realize it's not the monitors fault. I've had to resist even more times the urge to throw the computer out the 2nd story window!

Here is the iternary for the Scott/Diggsville World Tour concerts, speaking
engagements and handy-man workshops::

> 12th July-18th- San Diego
> 18th- 21st July- Las vegas
> 21st July- 2nd August- New York
> 3rd August London.
> September- Germany (Berlin/Munich)

Armed with a UK ancestry Visa I will be looking for work opportunities while over there and back here in Aus.

At this stage I could be away for as little as 2 months or a lot longer. Like the Littliest Hobo, I go where I'm needed.

More updates at 11.