The flight
And this is where my story begins… Thanks to my amazing sister who gave me this special gift – the ability to share my experience in Australia with you. You might be my family, my best friends, someone I know, or someone I don’t know. Regardless who you are, you are here now and I would love to share my story with you.
I have a shirt that says “loved” on it. Today, when I am leaving New York City, I am wearing it because I feel loved. You feel that people care when you are leaving. This is the time when they remind you how much you mean to them (in case you forgot). But we tend to forget. This is why I kind of like “good-byes” in a weird, twisted way. Not that I don’t tear up and cry about all that I am going to miss. But it reminds me that I am alive. And it keeps me going.
Now, I feel ready. I am on this plane to Melbourne, on my way to a completely different and new world. And I am ready. I am packed with love, support, the things I learned because of the shit I went through before I left, some doubt, but mostly excitement and lots of curiosity. I am ready for my first, big, crazy adventure.
Australia, here I come!
