Tomorrow I leave the home that I have lived in for the 22 years that I have been alive. I am leaving for five and a half months which isn’t that long but at the moment feels like a very long time. I had a farewell/birthday dinner with some of my friends tonight. It was good. I like my friends. I’m going to miss them. But there is always telecommunications to help bridge the gap. It makes Raxual similar in virtual distance to Hobart.
I was warned going to India I would get sick. I’d just like to say I have tonsillitis already so therefore I don’t have to wait around for the inevitable getting sick in India. If you start sick you can only get better. Right? Well I suppose if you died you wouldn’t be getting any better, but I am not planing on doing that for quite some time yet.
Not sure how I feel about going yet. I think I am excited and scared of course. I think it will be come real when I walk through the glass doors into the passenger section of the airport. I hope I don’t get too emotional saying goodbye. Only a few of my goodbyes so far have been hard. I know I am going to miss people heaps.
I am stopping for a day in KL on the way. I think that will give me time to prepare myself. I am sure though that India will hit me very hard when I arrive. There is no real way to prepare for that. I have faith though that God will look after me in India.
Anyway it is getting late. I should get some sleep before I go. My last sleep in Australia for quite some time. I think it will be anyway.