We are leaving…
Oh my god… this is it. This weekend has been the last we see of Australia, for a very long time.
You’re probably thinking, “Well yes, that’s obvious? You knew this was coming, right?” WRONG!
You know that feeling when you set a plan in motion, laser-focused on the end goal, and somehow forget to feel all the little moments in between? That’s exactly what’s happened to me. Tomorrow we leave, and there I was, lost in a daydream. I was thinking about our flight at 10:40 p.m., and how we’ll be at the airport by 7:30 to spend time with everyone, and then it dawned on me—Wait, will we see the sun setting? Or did I just miss the last sunset?
Cue panic. “Quick! Google, when does the sun go down?! 8 p.m., oh no, no, no!” I’m thinking, Will I actually miss my last sunset here? So naturally, the plan starts forming in my head—maybe if we get there early, line up quickly, we can catch the sunset together outside, one last time. Okay… breathe.
This is just a snapshot of the absolute chaos that’s been swirling in my head these past 24 hours. It’s been this messy blur of emotions, a lot of random thoughts, and let’s be real—more than a few tears.
I talk a lot about how I can’t wait to leave, to start fresh in Spain. But this has been my home for 31 years, after all. There’s something about realizing you’re leaving that feels like a part of you is being left behind too. It’s this late, gut-wrenching realization I wish I’d had a bit more time to process. Part of me wishes I’d faced it sooner, so it wouldn’t hit all at once, like a freight train straight to the gut.
And now, it’s starting to feel real. We’re moving far, really far.
Dear Australia,
Thank you for raising us, we love you, but it’s time for us to go…
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