G'day...
Today is actually May 9th, Happy Mother's Day from Aussie, MUM! :)
I know I will be posting this late, as in- when I land in America...However, understand that this is my rambling emotions during the "I've been here 3 months and I have 1 month left week" only I cannot post it now, because I am surprising my mom and sister and everyone else by coming home on June 11. I land at 9pm the night before Erica's graduation party and I am VERY excited to be able to surprise her and my mom. Truthfully, Dad is too! I can't believe I'm going to pull this off- and to think, I've known since the week after I went to New Zealand the official day I'm coming home- I guess I can keep a secret after all!
So here it is, the final chapter of my book:
I'm so confused. Happy/upset/stressed/excited/anxious - how many other confusing emotions can I say I feel? I just don't know why.
The best thing I've ever done for myself was come abroad to Australia and I would never in a million years trade these 4 months for anything in the world. I have made incredible best friends, I've lived in a foreign country pretty much on my own, I've experience a million things I never could have dreamed I'd do or see EVER. Most importantly though, I figured out a bit more about myself. I know more about what's good for me and what decisions are the right ones.
No matter how anyone looks at it- there is nothing that can bring back this time once it ends in 31 VERY short days. I mean, thinking about it gives me butterflies. This weekend, potentially camping in Fraser Island, then here for 3 days then off to Byron Bay for my last time in I don't know how long... and then home for 2 days and off to Sydney for my last big trip, coming back on Sunday May 30th..giving me 11 days left in the Gold Coast, Australia...the place I can in so many ways call home.
I'm not sure how to look at it anymore.. I am having the time of my life here. I am living the dream, heck- even my mom says when she 'grows up' she wants to be Jodi Gold. OF COURSE- this is paradise and I am living worry free through it. Who wouldn't want this?!
Yet I know there is SO much ahead of me at home this next year as well. I'm home for 2 weeks of spending time with the family, seeing friends, seeing STEVEN :), relaxing and readjusting to life back in America. Then I'm off to the place I adore most- Camp. Playing on the waterfront, and with amazing campers for the whole summer.. the dream job really. Going back to school is even exciting- though the work will be SO hard considering I have not really done much to 'get by passing' here in Aussie... but moving into a house of my own with Jess and Liz down the line.. and being back spending time with my amazing boyfriend! I'm going to be an RC for recruitment and I only have class on campus 3 days a week.. and one of them isn't until 4pm! Let's be real, senior year of college?! It's sure to be epic...
but there is one thing stopping me from wanting all of this to come- and that is that I am in the most laid back, incredible place in the world AUSTRALIA. It truly is incredible and words cannot describe my love for this country. I even realized being here that I know more about Australia than I do about America, which is wild since I have lived in America for 21 years. I know that I want to spend some time experiencing the States, getting to see what we have to offer that so many foreigners come to see as I am here.
I've lived, I've traveled, I've studied, I've drank, I've skydived, I've hiked, I've taken over 2,000 pictures, I've shopped, I've drank some more, and I have made ever lasting friendships....and I have fallen in love with Australia... I will be back some day, and that's a promise.
In the end though, I love being the worldly 21 year old that I am. I guess the word for it is lucky. So as the end of an era draws near I have 2 people to thank for it all- Mom and Dad. Without you, I wouldn't even be here on the opposite side of the world from you enjoying every second of it. Thank you, I love you.
Until I land in America....
xoxo
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