2 weeks & 2 days.

It's T-minus 2 weeks and 2 days and I don't really know what I'm feeling right now.
It's kind of a mixture of fear+sad+excited and so much more I really don't know how to put it down in words.


I wish I had a thought recorder for when I go jogging. I think a lot when I jog, maybe cause that's all there is to do. Other than try to jog lol.


Oh btw, I just found out I'll be homeless for 3 nights in Canberra. Ooooooooh.


I don't know how people do it.
How do I pack my life into 2 suitcases? It's impossible!
There's clothes(and it's winter right now!),  food(can't leave the food behind!), toiletries and all my other junk.
And I don't think my life fits into 2 suitcases and weighs 40kg.


Apart from that, how do you accept the emotional distance that inevitably exists when you move away to a land so far away?
It's like, now I see you, tmrw I don't. 


Only recently has it occurred to me that "Oh,  I'm going to Canberra all alone." 
There is virtually no one I know, who is going there no, or soon, and also no one there that I know.
I'm actually not too bothered by this, but it would be nice knowing there's someone there I can call.


And sometimes I think. Is this the right thing I'm doing?  and is there really Right and Wrong?


I sleep so late at night nowadays.
Cause I hear the clock ticking.


  

OZ bound.

Oh hello. 


In a month, this may be the place I'll visit the most.
The place which will feel the most familiar, in a land so foreign.