Melbourne

sitting at the departure gate for my final flight: Melbourne to Hobart. in just over two hours I’ll be with mum and Isaiah, and I’m sure the whole thing will feel like a blur. did it all really happen? I remember my departure from this building five months ago so vividly. has it really come and gone, just like that?

my other life is growing further away. I can no longer hold the people close, but as this dawns on me more, I come closer to my old life, with what I felt as comfortable and my everything just months ago. the sun is shining, and instead of cradling tea and biscuits in 53 with my international family, I’ll be swimming at Hinsby or Kingston before I know it.

we were told about reverse culture shock before leaving for exchange. I guess it’s time for me to be ready for whatever the next few weeks bring. readjusting to the normalcy of my Tasmanian existence will take time and patience, but I know just how lucky I am to be surrounded by such a precious circle of people at home.

I don’t want to end that life over there. it meant the world to me and those people have a piece of my heart. adventuring Europe and living in Lewes has been transformative for me, and I’ll continue to reflect and try to make sense of it all. nothing lasts, but nothing is lost << x