Good bye aussie
i thought i shld write about my aussie experience. To remind myself on the later years of my life in brisbane.
Somehow, I cant bring myself to reflect back, to pluck up my brissie memories from my brains. If I really write the wonderful moments down, the now will be true.
Now, I am out of brissie.Â
brissie life will be officially termed as memories, experiences that are packed into the back of my brains. The past. The present, and seemingly the near future dun seems to have brissie checked in.
I cant bring myself to write about my brissie life.
all i cld rem is, i felt speechless when i arrived in SG. Talkin feels difficult, requiring energy that I do not have. Articulating my emotions feel difficult too. IT’s like a part of me is gone, or misplaced. Seems like I left it in aussie.
all i know i shld do now is, unpacking. unpacking. unpacking. every shirt and particle i put away says; this is it.
welcome home.
babe,
coming home is difficult… for me, it was very hard coming back to phil and I felt your uneasiness, everything is difficult. As much as I want you back in aus, i can’t help but accept the truth that you are home. welcome home carrie.
But do not forget that by coming to aus, you also create a new home for urself. That home is what you left behind. But don’t worry, the porch lights are always turned on and you can always come back to your aussie home at any time. Whenever, we’ll be waiting =)