This time next week, I will be blubbering somewhere over the Tasman Sea.
I will have dragged my worldly goods 150kms to Tullamarine Airport by car, train and bus to leave Australia to move back to New Zealand.
Easter is a time for new beginnings: hence the eggs and the zombie Jesus. So it's a appropriate time to make this life realignment.
I've been saying good bye to people and I HATE IT. So much so, that I have decided I'm not going to say goodbye to Fox or to Willo - it's just not going to happen - or my heart will be irrepairable.