Heart's a Mess

And it is, Gotye. Because today is the beginning of the end. I suppose it was a while ago, with the end of classes and whatnot, but I'm truly regarding everything from this point on as the certifiable 'end.' See, today's my last full day at Deakin. Today's the day I have to say goodbye to all my friends and promise that we'll get together again someday, somehow, on another random corner of the globe perhaps. Today's the day I have to finish packing all of my belongings, rummage through everything I've amassed in the past months and reflect on the things I've almost forgot. Today's the day I have to actually come to terms with the fact that I'm leaving Australia, and in another two weeks' time, coming back home.

I've been thinking about what this will be like for some time now. I was torn as to whether I'd be overly emotional, or roboticly not so. I think it will be more the former, but it's going to be more of an internal thing. Don't get me wrong, now entering my fifth month away from home, I'm starting to feel the pangs of removal... but as pretty much everything I've written in here proves, Australia has been wonderful to me. If I had my ways, I'd import everything I loved from the States to the greater Sydney area, and life would be grand. Unfortunately, I don't foresee every member of my family, my estranged friends across the country, my favorite hockey team, and the Wawa corporation picking up and moving 12,ooo miles anytime soon. Oh well, a girl can hope, right?

I suppose I shouldn't be too bummed... I mean, yes, I'm leaving Deakin... but for the Whitsundays! And a Pirate cruise, at that! As if the past five months haven't flown enough, I know my last two weeks in the southern hemisphere are going to go by in a snap. I was talking to Karina last night while watching Californication, and she said the international kids she'd befriended in the past told her that once they got back home, it was like they'd never even been to Australia, and that it was just one big dream. I don't want that to happen. I want to remember this moment, and every moment I've had here. The good, the strange, the less than great, and the unbelievably amazing. I suppose that's why I've tried to keep such a detailed account of everything here, and in my other two journals. So that when I'm back in dirty Philadelphia, hearing gunshots out the window and worrying about my five hundred [appx.] hours of class at La Salle, I can stop and look back on 6/7/2oo7-21/11/2007 and say "damn... wasn't life grand?". Or so's the plan, at least.

I reckon I should quit my ranting at this point and return my attention to the whole packing issue. Yuck. Well, at least my Fly Boys should be taking the ice pretty soon... let's hope they can see their way past the damn dirty Rags. I'll be cheering them on as soon as NHL.com's satellites decide they want to start working. This will likely be my last post from Deakin... I'll try to update accordingly throughout the Farewell Tour, but as per usual, I make no promises. So until Queensland [most likely]... au revoir, Victoria. It's been real.

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