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I've been lazy. My paper journal has provided me with endless hours of furious scribbling and thought-processing - it's now bulging with ticket stubs, maps, brochures and other random knick-knacks that I picked up while backpacking.
It will be the end of the term come Friday. Not quite the end of a chapter (yet) but still there is this sense of loss that comes with everyone packing up and leaving. I guess it won't be so bad, for I'll be off on another adventure; Bath, London, Paris, London and Bolton, then back to Nottingham to tackle essays and exam preparation. It will be a wonderful, cold Christmas, something I haven't experienced for about ten years and am definitely loving.
I've learned so many lessons on this crazy trip. Mostly though, I feel like I've grown so much closer to God and have been taught so many humbling lessons. That prayers can be answered in a way that we don't want them to be, but that we just have to trust that "all things work for the good of those who love Him." I like that I'm sitting on my windowsill writing this, taking a break from writing my essay on the right to privacy and celebrities. It's a cold, crisp winter morning, with ice on the ground, frost on the grass, bare trees and the sun hanging low in the sky. I love the view.
I will be sorry to leave. I don't even know how I'll feel in the last two weeks - it's probably good that all my assessment will be done in the first two days because I'll probably be an emotional wreck. Everything that I've done over the past five, nearly six months has been new, wonderfully frightening and thoroughly rewarding. Settling back into life in Brisbane will be.. interesting. I'm afraid of what I'll find, I think. I'd be perfectly happy to wrap myself in a little cocoon and hide away here, forever. But then again.. I didn't want to leave Brisbane, did I?
Tomorrow will be another adventure, with more lessons to learn.
It will be the end of the term come Friday. Not quite the end of a chapter (yet) but still there is this sense of loss that comes with everyone packing up and leaving. I guess it won't be so bad, for I'll be off on another adventure; Bath, London, Paris, London and Bolton, then back to Nottingham to tackle essays and exam preparation. It will be a wonderful, cold Christmas, something I haven't experienced for about ten years and am definitely loving.
I've learned so many lessons on this crazy trip. Mostly though, I feel like I've grown so much closer to God and have been taught so many humbling lessons. That prayers can be answered in a way that we don't want them to be, but that we just have to trust that "all things work for the good of those who love Him." I like that I'm sitting on my windowsill writing this, taking a break from writing my essay on the right to privacy and celebrities. It's a cold, crisp winter morning, with ice on the ground, frost on the grass, bare trees and the sun hanging low in the sky. I love the view.
I will be sorry to leave. I don't even know how I'll feel in the last two weeks - it's probably good that all my assessment will be done in the first two days because I'll probably be an emotional wreck. Everything that I've done over the past five, nearly six months has been new, wonderfully frightening and thoroughly rewarding. Settling back into life in Brisbane will be.. interesting. I'm afraid of what I'll find, I think. I'd be perfectly happy to wrap myself in a little cocoon and hide away here, forever. But then again.. I didn't want to leave Brisbane, did I?
Tomorrow will be another adventure, with more lessons to learn.