When you read this I will be in the air. I’ll probably have forgotten that you will read this, and am immersed in the third comedy of the 23-hour flight. So I want to take this opportunity, here at the airport, to tell you that I once again had to say goodbye.
Goodbyes don’t get easier. It’s a lie people tell you to make you worry less about it. I’m leaving Sydney soon and have had an amazing time in Australia. I’ve spent my last days on a farm two hours outside of the main city, with an Australian family I had never met before. A friend of my family recently reconnected with a friend she hadn’t talked to in 23 years (Facebook is actually good for something), and when that friend was told about me, she invited me to stay with her family. A little bit nervous, but mostly excited, I figured so what if I couldn’t get a refund on my hotel, and hopped on a train.
The family was unbelievably welcoming. Can you imagine taking in a stranger, on the word of a friend you haven’t spoken to in 23 years? They taught me how to milk a cow and let me bottle feed their lamb (Two firsts for me!!). They took me in as if they had known me for years, and yesterday evening, watching Eurovision I found myself thinking how strange it was – that I could feel so at home in a house I’ve only been for two days. I realized that it was because here, at the other side of the world, I had found a family that in so many ways reminded me of my own. Their father gives them silly nicknames, they go crazy while playing games, and they argue until they laugh.
I’ll have to leave soon now. So goodbye Australia. Goodbye my friends and fellow wildlife volunteers in Cairns. Goodbye busy and beautiful Sydney, and the wonderful family that took me in. Goodbye, goodbye. I have to say it many times, because when I get on that plane I won’t say it. I will turn my head and watch the city disappear and whisper “So long, mate, I’ll be back.”
Dreams do come true ❤