Today is the first day of my travels. I flew to Sydney this morning, sleep-deprived and groggy, lugging a suitcase with only one wheel and filled with books and clothes. I left Melbourne in a mad rush, after a week of partying, drinking, friends, confusion and other delights…
I slept on the Skybus, in the gate lounge and in the plane. My father met me on the train and brought me to our new house, now fully occupied. It is a large one, and the rooms hide away from each other despite their closeness… My new room is larger (thankfully) and has the computer within it.
It is good to be back. I feel Melbourne slowly slip away from me…