Well well my friends, so my time in Melbourne comes to an end.
I've spent the last two weeks in some sort of organizational ecstasy, peppering my brain with itinerary bombs and social meetings of an agoric calibre. Busy can't explain it, so probably best not to.
Anyways, leaping onto a plane tomorrow arvo, then, once again, enduring a flight so long it is measured not in hours but in eons of the soul. As you pass through the filter of reality it is only the weeping of the babies in row 6 that carries you through.
It will be fun to cross the dateline and get that missing day back though, I've missed June 11th since Australia took it from me. The excitement is tempered with the fact that when I receive my missing temporal ticket, it shall be spent trapped in a flying tube, and not pursuing whatever fantastical pursuits I would have spent the original lost day doing. Well, what can I expect from a land of convicts?
I'm not so torn and destroyed about leaving this place like I was in Whitehorse, Van, or most especially, Halifax. I presume it is because my greatest bond from this place is not staying behind, but bringing her brilliant little self with me to Bolivia. I will dearly miss my friends here, and Melbourne is still the finest city I have ever visited, but it is so very much time for me to move on, I salivate with possibilities.
So off to LA, then Guad and Chapala for some sweet dentistry, and finally, eventually, South America.
But first, time to fly.
~N
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