Leaving Australia
Leaving Melbourne, in the end, was remarkably easy. You just get on the plane and don’t think about the fact you don’t know when you will return to live there.
You turn your headphones up so you only exist in your own headspace, and lean your head on the window molding as it’s the first time in 2 weeks that you can sit down for 3 straight hours without needing to organise anything.
You fly over dusty red soils and scrabbly stick trees, the varying blues of the Tasman and then over the yellow tinged green hills of the Auckland coast and you know that you are home. Read more
