The start of my family farewells. All I’m going to say about the start of my day is:
Don’t leave things like dentists to the last month. Unnecessary pain a week before flying out is not fun. That didn’t stop me from having a good day, it just added great levels of pain and irritation in the morning.
I spent my eleventh day with more family. My aunt called me over because she wanted to give me a manicure, pedicure and facial. Having my birthday and leaving for Oz in the same week really has its benefits. I guess it was also her own kind of special goodbye and at least we could have a one-to-one. I’m currently the owner of very soft and scrubbed raw feet, pretty fingernails and a massaged forehead.
My sister and nephew were also home. I think time flies-by faster the closer you are to an event, because she didn’t realise I’m leaving in exactly a week’s time. I also spent the day with my little nephew. He’s absolutely beautiful. He’s fun and cheeky, he’s all smiles and giggles and only the cutest tantrums. I love him so much. But I realise that I’ve not really let my mind dwell on the physical aspect of saying my ‘see you later’ which is good, I have no intention of being a crying mess. Just a few elegant tears… I wish. The last time I saw him I had a little cry to myself because I’m going to miss him so much. I’m going to miss him growing up and learning new things.
I pride myself on spending time with all of my nieces and nephews. They have these beautiful, innocent souls and they’re going to be so great and make wonderful things happen in this world. It’s times like these that I ponder over my move. I never question it, it’s happening, it’s been in the plan for so long. Sometimes it’s good to reflect and not make rash decisions. Think it through and always remember the ‘why’ and ‘why not’.
Later in the day my other sister came over, once again another goodbye. These farewells are getting quite draining. But I know they need to be done. Each farewell is perfect in its own way. It is what it needs to be. Around eight years ago my oldest sister left and moved to Melbourne. It was hard and we caused a scene at the airport. I was sixteen and I physically wouldn’t let go of her. Our hands had to be pried off. The kind of things you see in movies, but at Heathrow airport with a throng of passers-by doing exactly that, passing-by and paying no attention.
My goodbye to her wasn’t like that this time. I guess we’re older. And I’ve certainly got everyone in my life regardless of whether or not they’re on the same continent.
To end my day, a perfect hour long conversation with Danielle. She’s already travelling back and forth to places and it’s crazy not seeing your best friend for over four months. But I’ve got the birthday card she posted (with the most annoying instructions to not open it beforehand), and I’ve always got her support. I guess it’s a blessing and one of the best parts of me moving to Australia, is that she’ll be there too, a month later. The most amazing-ever-two-person-reunion is set.
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