By the time you are reading this… Husband, The Moo and I have already left Australia and have landed in New Zealand.
It’s hard to believe that our 2 1/2 months in Sydney, Australia has come to end.
We’ll be on the north island of New Zealand for about 9 days and then… back to good ‘ol Burbank, California.
I pre-scheduled some posts before I left, so be sure to check back as I do not know if I’ll be able to post from New Zealand. So, you’ll probably have to wait until we’re back stateside to read about our New Zealand adventures. And if nothing about NZ ever gets posted, it means we’ve gone off to live among the kiwis and glowworms. (Or I was unable to drag Husband out of Hobbiton and we have taken up residency there. I’ve always wanted to feel tall.)
I think part of what is upsetting me about returning home is the inevitable life “stuff,” which I would have to face wherever I would be living… The Moo starting preschool, finding myself a full-time job (ya know… one that I love, where I can be super creative and write and be awesome).
But I totally think I could live in Sydney. Don’t worry, mom… we’re NOT staying in Sydney.
It’s the ferries and being in a “real” city and the laksa and the people.
It has been harder than I anticipated to say goodbye to the friends we’ve made and reconnected with since we’ve been here.
We had a get together with a few friends at the “close park” that was around the corner from our Sydney home before we left. We took a final trip to the beach, The Moo had her final music class, we had our last meal at local restaurant The Oaks under the twinkle light tree, I drank my last pitcher of sangria (in Sydney… not EVER!), I had my last Sydney stand-up show, and we hit up the “tea cup park” one last time.
Whenever I tell Little Moo that it’s time to leave somewhere, she always try to procrastinate from the inevitable departure and asks for one more last thing.
Well… we’ve had our last morning, afternoon and night…
…and we’ve run out of time for one more last thing.
We had the departure inspection of our Neutral Bay home (where The Moo got to sit on the inspector’s motorcycle) and it’s well… it’s time to go.
Sydney… thank you for welcoming these kooky Americans to your fair city. We’ll miss you heaps, mate.
More to come,