2 sleeps.
Bah! Two sleeps! I will be sitting at the international departures lounge in Brisbane in 48 hours time, probably watching Entourage and avoiding reading all the nice cards I've begun to collect “to read on the plane” from my friends as the hours count down. Ideally, I'll have the giant list of things I need to do, done. Hm. Yes. Things. What I'm really aiming for is that when I leave Brisbane for this dog leg style adventure (referencing the round about nature of this trip, it's not a stream line direction. Slightly chaotic by design) is that all my family and friends know how I feel about them. Love, much love.
In the lead up to this jaunt I have been fortunate enough to share homes with some random and not so random people. Most recently Sara and Royce allowed me to sneak into their spare room while crafting the finer points of this trip when my plans changed from 'buying a house' to 'throwing everything into the wind and seeing where it lands'. One is the essence of stabilty and adulthood, the other much more in line with my inner gypsy. My brief foray into Frathouse living has prepared me for the potential of sharing space with smelly backpacking boys once more – they were cute, not long term cohabitators. I learnt something there, we will see if this knowledge is required in the short or long term plans! Prior to this, my random house mate-come-confident-come-sister-come-exercise buddy-come barista-come all round beautful person, Catt. Her willingness to step out into the far reaches of her dreams and chase down Ireland with zest and abandon was a total inspiration to do the same. Oh, and Beth who is off rectifying the ravages of disease in Mawali. With such wonderful humans in my scope of awareness, how could I keep these wandering feet still?
Though the last 2.5 years in Brisbane I have reconnected with amazing friends from mutliple areas in life and been fortunate enough to form new, just as precious, relationships. It's the people that I've spent time with over dinners, trips to wineries, visits home, brunch, yoga classes, coffee, wine, walks, markets, sports and music events, etc, etc, that have reinforced what I already understood. Home is where the heart is. I have many homes, my heart is scattered all across those whom I give a piece to! The whole 'emotions' thing – I will never make a great card shark… My heart is too attached to my sleeve, and that's where I like it.
Tomorrow is the last day at work, then I have one sleep (really, who am I kidding? Sleep will occur somewhere over the Northern Territory en route to Singapore) until the farewell beers and tears! No, not really tears. I'll try and keep myself contained. We all know I'm not a pretty crier, blotchy is not a good look. Five hours of socialising, story telling, beer sampling and travel story sharing and I'll smoke bomb outta there and leave Brisvegas to the rest of the weekend with a smile and a wink. I'll be looking forward to seeing how much and little has changed in the space of time I'm gone. If you're out for an adventure and the world is your playground, get in touch!
Happy wandering!
Hx
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