It’s my second last day in Australia, and I still don’t think I realize it’s happening for real.
I’ve been walking around tons in the last 2 weeks, but I’ve also had a few days of chilling - I need it, since I’m still a bit sick - which I have to admit has been bloody amazing. It’s been awesome getting to kick back, finish a whole book in a couple days, enjoy coffees in cool little laneway hole-in-the-wall cafes, and just lie in the sun, or spin some poi. (I bought my first set of fire poi!!!)
I also met up with my roommate from first year, which was awesome ‘cause I haven’t seen her since she moved out here almost two years ago. Whoa, time flies. She’s grown up and become heaps more confident, which makes me wonder if my friends’ll think that about me when I’m home.
I just finished reading Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer, which was an extremely sad and incredibly heavy read. I definitely would recommend it as a work of literary genius, but not as light reading for a plane trip, like I intended it to be. I started reading it and realized it was not appropriate plane-reading material, so I rushed to finish it and now have to find a new book to begin when I leave, the day after tomorrow.
Signe’s got a job! Actually it looks like she’s got herself two. Which is great news!
I wonder how it’s going to feel when I step off the plane, back into Canada…will it feel different? The time will be 15 hours off of what I’m used to, but will walking feel different? Will I feel totally completely disoriented like when a triathlete comes out of the water after swimming, trying to run to his bike? I have no idea, but I know that at least one of my best friends is going to be there with my mom to pick me up at the airport, so I have that to look forward to, like a finish line. I feel like I’ll just collapse into their arms, all of the exhaustion from the trip hitting me in that one emotional moment. But I can’t think about that too much! I want to focus on now, on being in Melbourne, enjoying my last couple of good espresso coffees, the sunshine, the art, and the amazing architecture. I’ll think about home when I’m home.
Who knows, I may not get to write tomorrow (though I’ll try). The next time you hear from me could be when I’m …HOME !
I couldn’t imagine a concept as scary and comforting at the same time.