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It's down to the last week at my house here. I finished my last exam yesterday, so school is finished. It was one of those exams where I really had to dig deep in my memories to find the answers, but I think I did ok. Tonight is my last night at work. Kinda sad to go, but I don't have the will to do anything crazy for my last night. I think most people who've left there felt the same; it's just another phase in their lives, and it shouldn't be any different for me. Might be the last bar I work at, but it had its moments, and I don't want to try and make something happen when it should happen naturally.
I was moving most of the junk out of my house here today. My housemates are all moving out too, so it's been a busy week, packing up stuff and throwing out rubbish. My stuff is mostly packed, but I have to wait til I find out where I'm travelling my last week here before I decide what to put in which bag. My room seems so bare now. It'll be nice to move back home where all my real stuff is, even though I've learned to live without it. Ah, video games, neon lights, tv, computer, home bar, my fish... only a few weeks away.
I've still been having disturbing dreams. They aren't too bad, but I wake up with a sense of disorientation. Most of the time it's been a dream where I'm back home, but instantly, without having tied up loose ends here. And I usually struggle to remember what I haven't finished doing in Australia. I guess it's just anxiety about leaving here. And sometimes I even wake up not knowing which country I'm in, that's how real my dreams seem sometimes. I wonder if in a few weeks I'll be waking up thinking I'm still in Australia, when I'm really back home? That would be worse, I think. I'm still not decided if I'm happy to be leaving here. My mood has been shifting quite a lot lately, but I think once things are certain, with no other options, will help make me feel normal.
I was moving most of the junk out of my house here today. My housemates are all moving out too, so it's been a busy week, packing up stuff and throwing out rubbish. My stuff is mostly packed, but I have to wait til I find out where I'm travelling my last week here before I decide what to put in which bag. My room seems so bare now. It'll be nice to move back home where all my real stuff is, even though I've learned to live without it. Ah, video games, neon lights, tv, computer, home bar, my fish... only a few weeks away.
I've still been having disturbing dreams. They aren't too bad, but I wake up with a sense of disorientation. Most of the time it's been a dream where I'm back home, but instantly, without having tied up loose ends here. And I usually struggle to remember what I haven't finished doing in Australia. I guess it's just anxiety about leaving here. And sometimes I even wake up not knowing which country I'm in, that's how real my dreams seem sometimes. I wonder if in a few weeks I'll be waking up thinking I'm still in Australia, when I'm really back home? That would be worse, I think. I'm still not decided if I'm happy to be leaving here. My mood has been shifting quite a lot lately, but I think once things are certain, with no other options, will help make me feel normal.