I’m so tired thinking about home again tonight. Probably the only thing keeping me from breaking down is the hot mug of chamomile tea with honey on my desk. Surely feelings like this can’t last forever. Auntie Josephine is leaving for real. I won’t stop her, but she has been with me for almost 10 years. I’m too tired to articulate coherently how I feel right now, but suffice to say I feel like shit.
So this post is for Auntie Josephine, the person who has been there with me even when my parents weren’t. Whose awesome cooking I never took the chance to learn. And the one who kept me sane all these years. I’m sorry I can’t come back to see you off, but I hope you know how much I wanted to be. I hope you’ll be happy.
Anyhow: Mila is coming to help out. I don’t know what the hell is going on anymore. I want to go home. Australia is wearing me down. I know I can go on, and I will, but these days have been on the verge of my control. I have a group of okay friends here but it’s not enough for me to go on. I need to know I’m still remembered back home. I need someone to tell me that I can handle this place. Listen to how weak and spoilt you sound. Bluuugh.
I’m going to take a long sleep now. Things will be better when I wake up.
