feeling a little bit sentimental today, on this 16th day of my new life. some words I wrote on the plane to the Golden ToastI can't react to your tears because then I have to deal with how big a deal this is for me. It's happening to me but I have no words to respond to your kind gestures and parting sentiments.
Feels like I'm going on holiday and hasn't hit me that I never have to go back "there". I will not miss the politics, self destruction and mental manipulation. Melbourne is home but it even gave me the "get the hell out of here...fast" signs. I cannot call it "my hood" for a very long time. Definitely time and no regrets about leaving, only the proper goodbyes I didn't get to give some people. Although this whole experience has made me realise the people who didn't actually deserve them. Situations to this extremity shine light on the truly important people in my life. It brings out the overwhelming generosity of some humans, the one's who exude kindness and helpful hearts.
If I were not a chicken shit, I would tell all these people one way of the other where they fit into these two scenarios. One day...this is what I'm trying to learn to do on my quarter-life-crisis adventure.
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