Plane and simple

I'm leaving! It's really sinking in! I'm really going to get on a plane and fly somewhere. It's funny how everyone here I talk to is sad that I'm going home (well they act sad & thats ok by me.) For me, the happiness and excitement of moving onto something new far outweighs the sadness of leaving something wonderful behind. That sounds cruel almost when it is said like that and I really wish that it was more straightforward. I have decided to go to where I feel I need to be and this is the conclusion of that decision.

Going home means more than just a 16 hour plane flight. Going home means I get to see mum and dad and Sam, it means I get to see the sunshine and go to the beach and eat a meat pie with tomato sauce (not ketchup.) But going home also means leaving behind all the fantastic friends I have made here, leaving the people I meet with on Sundays, it means leaving behind all the places I have yet to discover and chart.

I sometimes wish that moving onto one thing didn't mean having to leave another, but it does. I thrive on change yet want some things to stay the same. This is a battle that noone can win. If you change, things change. If things change, you change. You are a product of your environment yet you can shape your environment by who you are. Thats a comforting thing.