I'm not going to lie, the fact that I am revisiting the blog sphere constitutes a large proportion of my excitement for my upcoming adventures - seeing an elephant with 3 legs and tie-dyed clothing, or Thai dyed one might even say (a hint of the sheer wit that is to come) make up the rest.

It's been a while between blogs, The Breakfast Nook was obviously a raging success and I have mostly been living off the royalties from it for the past few years. This first entry comes as I have finally decided that this site will do, I have faced the fact that no blog site is going to give me full creative control, so I have to stick with just using bold and italics and trying to wow you all with my wisdom and the raw power of language rather than a wicked design and the use of Comic Sans.

After some careful consideration, some ignored suggestions and some of my best pun and naf word play brain storming sessions my travel blog has been titled The Tipsy Gypsy. "Gypsy" because of the nomadic aspect of my life and my penchant for scarves and petty theft. "Tipsy" because it rhymes and I only write when I have a nip of brandy by my side and "the" because grammatically it was neccessary.

I will be publishing this Anna Karenina of the 21st century to Facebook so the eager masses can read my musings but it is also accessible via this here website but that will require a "File>"New Tab" and in this time of GFC we all have a lot on our plate.

My backpack is vaguely packed and I am now at that stage where my decent clothes are packed, the rest is tidy and packed away so I am living in the same clothes for the few days before I leave, mostly to cut down on effort having to pack up my room again.

My room is cleaner than it has ever been. I have packed away some of my things. Obviously rearranged my DVDs and books incase someone wants to profile my collection for a print publication. The family dream to see my room vacated and turned into a guest room may yet be partially realised, I had to pack some things away so said guests don't get vertigo or some such trying to sleep in a room full of things and also so no one accuses my parents of raising a communist as it turns out I have several instances of Lenin in my room.

It should be a riot. I arrive in Malaysia on Wednesday night. Staying in a private room as I am a snobby, bourgeois b**** who cearly thinks she can afford $14 a night rather than an $8 per night dorm share.

Liz Lemon goes abroad. Stay tuned.