Everyone here takes their time with things. I walk the streets alone and try to imagine living in a place like this in two years, and I like that idea. Everything closes at 5pm here, a fact I forgot as I tried to enter a quaint library I came across just down the street from my hotel. I like it here. It is cold, but that gives me the chance to buy all these pretty jackets and dream about boots that would stink up my feet with sweat in Singapore.
Meeting my cousins and Min’s friends was great, it was nice to be brought around by people who know the place really well. Melb Uni Is beautiful, it is a huge pity that they don’t have a very good theatre course here. It would be nice to live here for a couple of years.
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After having long insightful conversations with my cuzzie Jason(who's changed so much since he went to live in Auzzie), I discovered that there is a good theatre course, at Victorian College of the Arts, the arts sector of Melb Uni.
Need to pray about this!!!
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That being said, I dreaded the trip here, and if I were to be honest, it was because I was bitter about coming home early from my dear Timor Leste. Sebestiao holding my hand and telling me he’ll miss me, all the kids coming when I checked in my language and packing them all in the car and bringing them back, only to have them go back to the airport half hour later to send me off for good. Them all sitting at the house behind the fence shouting my name like I was a superstar, beckoning me to leave when they noticed all I was doing was waving at them non-stop, refusing to board the plane. The mini ceremony they had to honour me, the tears shining in Leandro’s eyes, Theofilus following me around and his dog-eyed depressed faced before I placed him on my lap.
These images come back to me as I walk the streets of Melbourne, talk to Min about life, or visit a tourist site here. I push them to the back of my mind in an attempt to lessen the heartbreak. I tire myself out here before I finally exhaust myself till I have to fall asleep, and as I close my eyes I hear the children’s sweet voices as I picture them singing.
Melbourne is beautiful, but I would give anything to be back in Timor Leste.
The only comfort(sort of) is that the team in Singapore is back, and that means in their goodbyes today they had [hopefully] passed the letters I owed to the children.
It is nice though, sitting in sbux by yourself with no judging eyes. Wearing whatever you like. Having everyone around you look like they've just walked down a fashion runway.
I must go back to the hotel now. It is 6.20pm and it is dark outside.
C’est la vie.
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