Just three days to go until I will be on my way to the Fragrant Harbour! To an extent it feels like I have already left… I caught my train to Jack's hometown yesterday, just two and a half hours up the track. I couldn't wait to leave my home town, although the more the time crept closer to me leaving, the more and more I found myself reminiscing about the place and people I will miss.
Spending time with my family and friends was great, it was lovely to catch up on what I had missed out on, while I had been away. The time I spent there made me realise how the place didn't really change. OK, yes, there were a few new buildings, shops had closed down, and new ones had opened, but that was about it. This makes me realise why I am so keen to live away. My hometown will never really change to a large extent, so why not discover other parts of the world.
There is something quite exciting about moving across the world; not knowing exactly what to expect from where you are going, wondering whether or not you'll fit in with the locals, and generally feeling apprehensive about what is to come. Not all of these feelings are positive, and the amount of hurdles you have to jump in order to get to the finish line, sometimes makes you wonder whether or not the race is actually worth it. What we are not told, is that the time you take to run to the finish line, is actually the bit that makes it worth it. Knowing that all your hard work and preparation, will finally pay off. One thing is for sure, come good or bad, when I’m laying on my death bed, at least I won't be asking the question “what if?”. I don’t want an opportunity to pass me by, no matter what the risks may be. I want to meet people, learn about different places and customs, and totally immerse myself in different cultures.
Home will always be home, and my true friends and family will always be there for me, no matter where I am in the world. It's just a shame I can’t pack them in a bag and take them with me!
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