In pursuit of different aims in life. Different fields and interests but one motive in common: the future. Though we are apart, we dealt with distance knowing that we would meet up again someday. For eons I thought of going back to Melbourne: put it simple a good stressful getaway. I thought: I don't want to study and nobody would possibly employ me. Then I thought of how I would adapt, and I thought some more about how I would live, thought even longer how I would part.
Gippsland is not boring.
The first one to graduate.
The graduate's kick-ass uncle.
A year with best friend.
Unhealthy indulgence.
Equally unhealthy.
My canadian tutor I had a crush on.
Second most unhealthy indulgence.
Now that I different aim, I think again. Because to me I know this aim would take more than just my emotional investment to achieve. It takes a lot of balls too.
Perhaps the way I romanticize my final year in Melbourne disallows for closure. I know someday I want to return, it's just that: I wouldn't know what for.
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People say I'm far-sighted. But the thickness of my glasses says otherwise =D
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