The Journey Continues

11.05.18

Well. Here I am. My journey continues. Who knows where this will lead. I write this on a plane in the loading bay at Melbourne Airport. 

But first, let me start with the last week. 

Early last Saturday morning my family arrived for a wedding in Bendigo. So they stayed with me in my tiny house, my last week in this house. I had my going away dinner on the same night as the Hen's Night of my cousin's said wedding. It was a fantastic evening, Taylor Swift karaoke came out and i was humbled by the friends who came to see me off, and grateful for all the different colours they have woven into Melbourne's fabric for me. It was also my big brother's birthday – one of the best people I know. In other words, last Saturday went off!

The next day we started trying to prepare for my imminent move. Highpoint shopping mall may not seem like a big thing... except it is. That monster is huge. We wrangled our way through it, to only find, to our dismay; there was no Kmart. 

Monday I worked, Tuesday I worked. I tried to tie things up best I could. My sister's fiancee arrived Tuesday morning to add to the Marae style living.

I left my job of four years. The longest job I've ever had. The best job I've ever....stuff it we all know my favourite job was picking avocados. What vegan wouldn't be in heaven doing this?

We set off early on Wednesday for Bendigo. Have I ever told you about my long lost cousin? (Not the one who was getting married, just to make things confusing – but welcome to my family) Also. Excellent. A new cousin! Welcome to the family, I hope she knows what she's in for.

I can't ever in my life remember a time where there was this much happening in my family at once. A wedding, an engagement, two birthdays, a new/old family member and then all the things I had to tie up in my last week in the country. I guess one of the most rewarding things was meeting my long lost cousin for the first time. Firstly she looks exactly like me and my mum and the similarities between me and her are uncanny.

Seems like 2018 is the year of things coming together. I also mean the expression, someone who has it all together. Let's hope I get my shit together.

I'm surprised I'm still standing. My eyes are puffy from tiredness and the tears for what I lost in Melbourne, those heartbreaks that still seem fresh. For the ones who have added to my heart and not broken it, those tears were happy ones for friendships forged and the knowledge that this is not goodbye.

India here we come.