It’s real and it’s happening.
I’m going home.
Given that I will be spending the most of tomorrow on a plane and tonight Evs and I plan to celebrate our last few moments in Vietnam with a Vespa tour of Saigon at night, I’m seizing this time to try and document what I can.
When I arrive in Melbourne in the early hours of Saturday morning, I will have been away for about three and a half months. It seems a lifetime has passed since I first stepped onto the plane headed to Hong Kong – excited and nervous about the possibility that lay before me.
I have missed countless birthdays…
I have practically skipped a season and will arrive with the promise of Spring just around the corner.
“The time will fly and you will be home before you know it” is what people said to me both reassuringly and knowingly.
I didn’t believe them, only focused on the fact that I would be on my own for the longest time ever in my life.
Clearly, I need to listen to people more, because they were right.
It HAS flown.
Hong Kong now almost seems like a dream, surreal, far away.
Did I really do everything I did there? Did I really meet those people?
Vietnam, a country that has captured my heart (and belly!) in the last few weeks, I know is going to join the same fate once I am back on Australian soil.
I’m tempted to throw a tantrum.
But then I remember all I have done here in this wonderful, bustling, amazing country.
Tendrils of excitement are starting to make its way into me as I think how I’ll be back in my home, to my family and friends, in my country.
And I smile.
I’m coming home.