Had a dream last night. I dreamt that I was leaving Perth for the last time. And it was a major rush, very last minute. I didn't have time to say proper goodbyes and I was just running all over the place, trying to pack the remainder of my stuff. Most vividly, I remember that I didn't manage to say goodbye to the people I really wanted to say it to. Woke up feeling extremely tense and sad. And reality sunk in - 8.35am. Time to get out of a cold bed and set foot on the cold floor to splash freezing water on a cold face.
So I was thinking about this at work today (in between falling asleep - which I managed to do for a few seconds every half an hour or so). There's this bittersweet feeling resonating in me. It's getting louder (don't ask me how a feeling can get loud, I don't know). I do know though, that I refuse to let this dampen my spirit and ruin my motivation to live to the fullest, wherever I am. I've spent too much of my time waiting in fear, being paralysed by things that aren't even there. Live life. And live it well.

And now it's time to go make myself useful in the kitchen :)