We have five days left of normality – if you can even call it that.
In less than a week, we’ll be smiling and sweating in the sweltering 30+ degree heat; thousands of kilometres, and a world away from home.
Or, will we be ‘home’?
Either way, it’s surreal, exciting, and – let’s be honest; we’re in a bit of a tizz; panic mode has set in as we juggle moving out of our house, our last few days of work, packing, organising, finalising, seeing as much of our friends and family as possible and trying to appreciate our last few days of an absolutely bitter-freezing Melbourne Winter.
…And a lot of cups of Milo and Vegemite on toast: we’re going to miss our Aussie comforts.
While our alarm clocks keep screaming at 6am, the peak-hour traffic has us stuck amongst blankets fogs, the temperatures keep plummeting closer and closer to zero, and there seems to be more and more to do; we’re trying to appreciate our last few days here before we head off to Asia.
We had a garage sale and offloaded way too many items of clothing and a heap of other crap that was clogging our drawers and lives.
We moved out of our share house over the weekend, and said goodbye to our house mates over “dirty pizza” by the open fire.
We began packing our backpacks; sorting hiking socks and sleeping sacks, mosquito nets and zip-off pants, ugly sandals and insect repellents, and baby wipes and money belts.
We’ve spent hours (or, Em has) on the phone trying to re-shedule cancelled flights….
We’re spending our evenings with our much-loved family and friends; enjoying too many delicious dinners out and eating way too much chocolate.
We’re slowly crossing off our to-do list; but only half as quickly as we seem to be adding to it.
We’ve still got flights to book, things to buy, documents to organise, things to pack, people to see, work to do, studies to complete and…and…
…there just seems like too much to think about for the 5 days we have left!
Oh!… and did I mention panic?
This is it.