"I get the urge for going, but I never seem to go."
I have written all the letters, signed all the forms, test-packed and wrapped up my things, closed my bank account, and drank my last beer. I'm rocking on my heels in the doorway, looking out at a gunmetal sky.
Tasmania, you have burrowed a seed in my stomach that will grow branches into a new, beautiful life.
Everyone, my new loved ones, thank you. Our dance never ends, the music is just harder to hear.
Farewell.
