I don't want to go.
I have to, but I don't want to.
The last two weeks have been a real eye-opener for me, showing me a lot of what I'm missing, both in the world and in me.
I don't think it's going to take long for the walls to go back up once I'm back in Brisbane (you try living in an ultra-conservative, parochial, large country town with delusions of grandeur), but I have enjoyed this last week and a bit with the walls down and me not stressing about anything.
I have decided. I will be moving away from Brisbane to Melbourne. It won't happen for a few year (I want to make use of being an hours drive away from my parents for a while before I move) but it is going to happen, guaranteed.
I love you all. Thank you.