And so a week has passed. And time is running by me faster than I can say fair dinkum! And I'm so lost.

Had a little health scare Saturday night/Sunday morning. I woke up in the wee hours with a running nose and headache. Couldn't stop sneezing after that and finally woke up at 9am feeling so terrible I wanted to give church a miss. Oh, did I mention, I'd been having dry coughs and muscle aches? So I was wondering if it would be inconsiderate and irresponsible of me to go to church and mingle with people. But then I realised it was probably nothing. And I wasn't running a fever (according to Derek anyway) so I probably didn't have anything infectious. Am alright now. I think.

And now, it's the final stretch. I don't know what to feel. I mean, I wanted this right? I wanted to come here. This is where my heart is, where all my dreams are. I've missed Perth so much.

But.

It's not the same anymore. The faces have changed. The buildings have changed. The lives have changed. And you realise that people move on. That just because you're not around anymore doesn't mean that time will pause and run again only when you're back. I can't say that it doesn't hurt. But to expect anything else would be selfish and unrealistic.

And so the beating of the drums continues. And the ripples on the water resume their journey to the sea. And the wheels of being spin as they did.

And yes, time will keep moving.