On My Way Home

On my way home. Finally. I'm sitting at a cafe inside Melbourne Airport's restricted area. Another 2 hours until take-off. Now that I'm here, I just want to get home quick. I'm tired. Waking up at 3.50 for the domestic flight from HBA was tough after not having a good night's sleep in a week.

I spent the last night in Hobart with Tina. Dinner at Maldini's then a last walk along the docks. It'll be a pleasant memory.

I couldn't muster the courage to call Justyna when I reached Melb. I know she'll be awake but I just couldn't do it. I sent her a message instead, just saying that I had nothing left to say. She told me not to think too much and to cheer up. I can't help it; I can't help thinking.

I spent over an hour writing her a letter instead. Ended up crying while trying to finish it. But then there isn't a post office at the airport and so I'll have to bring it back to SIN and post it from there. Take a bloody week to get back to HBA.

I do really miss her, I do really want to always have her around and I really do wish my circumstances were different. I can only wish at this point.

Saying goodbye to everyone over the past two days have been emotionally draining. I'm tired, I don't really want to go back to SIN and work and leave everyone behind. I've never felt this badly about leaving someplace before.

Back to SIN, my mask is going back on.