Something old. Something new.

Every twenty something year old who has moved overseas will have felt exactly how I am feeling right now. There are two days before I get on the plane and the only question any one has askedΒ is “Are you excited?” I’m not. I’m not even sad. If I could pin point one feeling, it’s emptiness.

I have left my job, said good bye to most of my friends and packed everything I own in to a box or a bag.

Over the last few months I have spent more and more time wondering aimlessly around the city noticing industrial corners I never knew existed. I have spent an hour alone on the end of the down town pier Read More

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