(I was listening to Steppenwolf when I was writing this)
The first thing that sprung to mind today was all the goodbyes that I have already had to say this year. It was very early in my Melbourne residence that my first friend left the country following the expiry of her visa and I can still vividly remember how sad she looked. I was reminded that my time too would come and in the blink of an eye here it is, my final entry about Australia. Though the last few weeks have been somewhat of a partying blur, it was a sobering drive to the airport today. For the last time I went past street corners, bars, homes and warehouses that have all defined a part of my Australian experience. And as I cast my gaze on these memorable places my mind quickly conjures up images of happiness and excitement so vividly in my mind. For instance, I wish you could’ve danced around my best friend's room with me. I wish you could’ve truly felt the cool breeze on your skin whilst inside my Brunswick warehouse. I wish you could’ve felt the same exhaustion throughout my hitchhiking saga and I wish you could’ve struggled through my hangovers on my behalf. The list goes on – if only you could imagine the stiflingly hot Cairns sun, the high of Splendour and Golden Plains festivals and all the days inbetween where I just got on with daily living. Of course it hasn’t all been plain sailing and like any year in any life I have laughed and cried and raged and felt all of the emotions that you have felt too. The one thing that I can be certain of is that my year in Australia has been well-lived, well-experienced and positively life changing. All of the expectations that I arrived with last October were crushed by a reality that I could’ve never drawn in my mind - and I predict that exactly the same will happen with Buenos Aires and South America beyond. And yet the world keeps on turning. As I watch the shape of the Australian terrain become nothing more than a tiny spec in my aeroplane window, I carry forward my Australian memories of both people and places, locked away in the confines of my mind like ghosts anticipating the moment when something triggers their revival. Like any chapter in any book, today I have experienced a plot twist and a change in tempo as I embark on my flight to Argentina. However like a good book, the previous chapter will leave traces and links within the forthcoming and merely add even further depth to the winding journey that I am plotting everyday.
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