09 Aug a weekend in Canberra
Despite my reservations, , , and this lingering sense of malaise, I am at Melbourne Airport, sipping on a coffee, and just about to write the only email I wanted to write today.
As is usually the case with me, it is the beginning that is the hardest. Now that I am on my way it feels like a fun adventure. Luckily I called my Dad instead of my Mum because he did his best to convince me, where my Mum would have let me flake, I think.
I am wondering when the last time I was at this airport was. And I think it may have been October last year!! What have I been doing with my time?!? I have been tied up in a job that I am grateful for, but which doesn’t feel so flexible.
In any case, maybe a weekend away will be a nice break. Maybe it will speed up some of this healing, which still needs to happen!
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