One month from today will be our “last day in Australia for a while.”
4 and a half weeks.
31 days.
744 hours.
44,640 minutes.
Who’s counting?
…
It’s a strange feeling to know that in in just a few short weeks, everything we know – our comfort zones and safety nets – will be stripped from us. We’ve had so long to prepare, yet it still hasn’t sunk in.
What will we miss? What won’t we miss?…
It’s a big bag of mixed emotions when we think about how we feel about departing Australia, and “going home” [in a sense] to Asia.
There is this extreme excitement that is, some days, simply uncontrollable. We frolic about, skipping rather than walking, with this joy that I can not explain.
Other days, we feel filled with a worry, or a fear of the unknown; For our health, for our safety…
We’re nervous too. It’s hard to pin-point exactly what that’s about.
And, we’re a little stressed: We’ve got 4 VERY busy weeks left of work, a house to move out of, our lives to pack up into boxes and backpacks, and a heap of loose ends to tie-up.
I look forward to soon being able to write non-mundane, rather; exciting and interesting blog posts about fascinating places.
Even more so, I simply look forward to experiencing Asia.
I have a feeling this trip is going to open up doors that right now, neither of us can imagine.
We’re off to Asia again, which in a way, feels like where we started from.