Driving with mum in the car on the way to the airport, so many thoughts were racing through my mind.
It will be a year before I'm driving in the car with mum again.
This will be the last time I drive past the local primary school, petrol station, train station, supermarket and everything that is now a part of me.
Goodbye beach, I'll miss you.
The car was silent. I was lost in thought, and I think mum was too. Or she wasn't trying to think about me leaving too much, one or the other.
After a coffee and a good chat at the airport, it was time to go. I'll miss these mum chats, I thought.
All the flights went smoothly and on schedule, which was a dream. There were hardly any people on the flight from Sydney to Hong Kong, so I got to lie down along a row of chairs (bonus!). We even arrived in London ahead of schedule.
Travelling on the Piccadilly line to my hostel, I couldn't believe it. I'm in LONDON. On my own. All that's going to get me around is me, my legs and my brain. I am free.
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