how do you know when it comes

to making life's choices? Am I destined and determined so that I only have apparent choices? When I left Brisbane nearly 8 months ago, when i looked at the navigation screen of the 767 at 60 km from departure, when after the flight had shown a movie and the navigator screen showed as well into the Coral Sea and 200kn from destination, and when after being in PMoresby for a week's cultural orientation I flew over the Owen Stanley Range, and then there was the Huon Gulf under me, and the F100 descended and lined up for Nadzab airport, I was aware of my having made a life changing decision. Would I like it, would I cope, was I fooling myself, would I be back no sooner than having arrived? What if it were all too strange? After all I had been there before - the all too strange bit, not PNG per se. The Hostel at Dubbo as an 11 yr old; my first job at the steelworks in Wollongong; St Paul's at Sydney Uni; Barraba, Mooney Mooney, Bellbrook. Not so much Wilcannia and Moulamein. Some places I adjusted to better than others. It depended on the comfort zone I had just left.