Departure

So I leave tomorrow and that's a weird thing. So much effort and planning and chaos and IT HAPPENS TOMORROW. I'm going to miss this place.

The space, the total and unending space of living, stretched out in the enormous blue sky and the red earth that stains skin and imagination. The lilt of the accent and the slow curve of that famous australian smile. The familiarity of the bridge with the lampposts that curve inwards endearingly, that cafe with the art gallery shining in its crevices, my home with its many, many eccentricities. The people that filled these spaces with their warmth and their humour. The ones who roasted marshmallows over a fire in my front room, who trekked to beaches in a convoy of Various Beaten-Up Vehicles, who lay in my bed and waited for the hour to change, who danced on tables and in parks and at parties and who I suspect will never stop dancing out of the sheer joy of being young and happy about it.

This place was only starting to become mine, and now I guess I'll have to continue loving it from afar.