18.8kg. That’s what my life weighs in at now. I know I’ve overpacked. I knew it as I was doing it. However when you pack for an indefinite length of time it’s rather hard to know what you’ll need and rather easy to convince yourself that you should pack a lot of things “just in case”.
The first leg of The Big Trip is down. I’m now in the Sydney Airport waiting for my sister, Kim, and her partner, Toby to arrive. The significance of leaving hasn’t set in yet. Saying goodbye to my best friend, Jaclyn, was hard, but it still hasn’t hit me that I’m saying goodbye for what could be a really long time. People always say that it’s harder on those staying, and having been that person several times, I agree. When you’re the one going it’s hard to comprehend the magnitude of what you’re doing. You’re too busy worrying about what you’ve forgotten, which in my case was another lock for my backpack, which I believe is sitting on Jaclyn’s couch.
The calmest I’ve felt for weeks was getting off the plane a few minutes ago. It’s too late to stress because really what can I do about anything? And for the first time in a long time I have one hour during which time I can’t really do anything. I’m forced to sit in a plastic chair, drink my earl grey and write.
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