It's a strange feeling leaving your home country, to travel by
your self and not knowing when you will return.
The most accurate thing I can compare it to is skydiving, the
moment in the plain just before you jump, the slight butterflies, but
knowing, there is a lot of fun ahead of you.
It does feel like a chapter has closed and a new one is in the
process of being written. Jack (my brother) and I have left home. I
have completed my apprenticeship and most of my friends in Australia
have turned, or are turning 21 this year.
Dad organised a fantastic send off party, which was a a good
opportunity to say my fair wells. Though I cannot deny when I left
they still felt incomplete. None the less they would still feel
incomplete had I spent another week or three in Australia, so I'm
glad of the fun we have had together as friends, and wish us both all the best,
wherever life takes us.
At 3am on Monday (9/9/13) Dad and I left for the Sydney domestic
airport for my 7 O'clock flight to Perth. We talked the whole way
down, of events of the last few years and what might be in the future
for the both of us.
After checking in my luggage, and boarding. I found myself sat
next to a beautiful girl, an opera singer from Perth, who had won a
competition the night before to sing, of all places Italy in
January!! Across the Isle, was another person I gained quite a lot of
enjoyment talking to, a man who had served for 15 years in the
Australian navy, who had travel all across the world, and making plans to continue with his wife and young son. Sat next to him was the flight steward, who's
girlfriend's dad worked with mine. I couldn't help but think of what
a small world it is and that no one person can explore it all in one
lifetime.
No comments:
Post a Comment