There is only a few days left before I depart from Perth permanently. I don't know why but tears are yet to surface except for the slight meltdown on Thursday when I started my packing.
Everything is moving too fast and I guess its easier to pretend everything is going to stay the same rather than face real life.
This afternoon as I gaze onto the sky, I didn't think about how I would miss the clouds here (crazy I know) but instead I felt like I was still going to see them for a long time. I'm still living in my own protective bubble but with every day gone buy and all the gestures I received, the bubble is getting weaker and about to pop.
I don't want to think about what I'm leaving behind. It just hurts too much to curl up into a fetal position and let the tears flow. I'm still playing this game until the very end.
For now, there are no tears.
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