All good things must come to an end. Well even the bad ones do, too. And as something ends, another begins.
My time here down under is drawing to a close. And although I’ve made it pretty clear that I never planned to stay here for long, I still feel a certain amount of loneliness knowing that I am saying farewell to the place I called home for the last year and a half. It’s kinda like a vacation coming to an end – knowing that you’ve had an amazing time, that you can always come back to it, but also inevitably having to go back to your real life.
I’m not going to lie. I will miss Melbourne, definitely. The creature comforts that I have grown accustomed to – good coffee, walking around the city, afternoons in the park, free tram rides, light traffic. The conveniences of first world lifestyle. These are probably the hardest things to let go knowing that I will no longer have these when I leave. But my excitement about going back home drowns any sense of melancholy that attempts to spill over me.
I miss home more than anything else. I miss the chaos, the noise, the feeling of familiarity, the feeling of knowing that you are not a stranger. That sense of belongingness that I never got living in a foreign place. I miss the love of my life.
I am amazed with people who are able to take root in a place completely different from their own. I’m not at that point yet. Or maybe I haven’t found the right place to plant my feet anew and stay for the long haul. I have been questioned so many times about moving to Melbourne and my answer would always be no. This is not home for me.
For now I am certain of one thing: I’m going home. And I can’t fucking wait. 🙂