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It's almost there - the end of my stay.

Mom's here, we just returned from Taz last night. (I'm afraid of putting down the full name cause I am afraid some representative emails me and get me to take down my post)

It was utterly boring, but I guess it was a slightly good reprieve from the hustle and bustle of Melbourne city.

But still really boring, my mom and I were counting down the minutes till we were back in the airplane towards Melbourne.

So here I am, the morning after of arriving from Taz. Accomplished a few things last night, sold off my dining table (feeling a little imbalanced because of that) and packed some of my stuff into boxes.
I can't believe I am heading back just next week, I feel like I am having an allergy reaction just to the idea of getting into an airplane and finishing a chapter titled "The Australian Dream".

I guess one good I can immediately think of when I head back is the weight falling off like magical flakes or something. Staying here certainly puts a wrench into my ideal type of bod, but something's gotta give, hey?


I am going to miss this type of quiet morning with the humming of a machinery in the background. The birds. No children shouting in the background, and still a cool morning.

I am going to miss this place so badly, this house, this life.  I don't wanna say goodbye, it's like breaking off a relationship that wasn't going to lead me to anywhere. And there it is, I answered the silent question in the air.

It's time to break it all off and move on to greener pastures and this time I hope, I will really water the greens till it's greenest at where I'm at.