the birm*

Interesting and exciting…not really sad.

It’s kinda weird, as I’m writing this I’m “twenty thousand feet above the nation” (to quote Mike McCarthy), I’ve just spent 3 weeks with my parents, my sister and brother in law and 1 week with my first nephew. It’s been an amazing time, just hanging out with them. Now I’m on the way to Newcastle, where I’ll spend the next few days catching up with friends, packing, saying good byes, re-packing, being fare-welled by my Church and getting rid of some last pieces of stuff (my bike, a few clothes and some papers).

It’s kinda weird, I’ve just said good bye to my family, whom I love very much, but I don’t feel like crying. Don’t get me wrong, I will miss them heaps and I’ll feel like flying back home, but I’m not sad. Is it cause I know I’ll see them again? Is it cause I only see them every 6 months anyway (which means I’ll miss them in 6 months)? Is it cause I believe I’m leaving to do something my heart tells me is right?

A combination of these, I’d say. I guess these days with email, MSN, Skype or blogs it’s much easier to keep in touch and you feel closer. In any case I look forward to seeing them again, somewhere, sometime…