It sounds strange to me. The place I have fantasised about leaving for so long is here, and I’m kinda sad.
Sad because it has been such an experience. I think anything that we have experienced for so long- love it or hate it- will inevitably have a place in our hearts, or in our memories. In a few months great friendships are made, many mistakes are made and lessons learned and a routine develops. It changes you for that reason, as you have to adapt your life around this new change.
I took this shot in the back of a friends jeep on the way home from work. I was gazing out of the window at the landscape and thought how different it looks to home. So flat, so dry. I have to remind myself that whatever view I’m taking in, won’t be outside that window forever. I needed to appreciate it as I may never see it again.
And this is what I will miss. Basically everything around the farmwork. The landscapes, the small town living, the constant ‘Burdekin snow’ of ash raining down from sugar cain burning from miles around.
The friendships that I talked about in my last post. Heck, even the farmwork because of how different it was to what I was used to.
88 days complete. I’m getting the coach back up to Townsville but with so many more memories and experiences than when I arrived.
So thank you Ayr, hostel friends, farmers. It’s been fun.