Hello Australia

Late post, but I wrote this from the airport the other day on the start of my journey out to Australia. I have safely landed and am settling in quite nicely!

Today I left for Australia. At first it felt like any normal day, it did not seem very real just yet that I was leaving my family, my friends, my boyfriend, my country, and my Dutch Bros (if you know, you know) behind for six months. My parents came down to see me off, and the quality time was amusing and special as always. My dad is quite the character, that’s for sure. It was extremely hard to say goodbye to everyone, from my friends to my boyfriend. My friends, the ones still left in our college town for the summer said their final goodbyes after a relaxing night at my apartment watching the bachelorette – because we are a total clique – and eating all of my yogurt covered pretzels. Most of my goodbyes were done in May, but I have to say some particularly hard ones were my boyfriend and the friends that have made an effort to check in on me and actually show interest in my new big life move. I never cease to be amazed and humbled by how people come out of the wood works in our lives and surprise us on every level with their compassion and love through the simplest of things. I really do have to thank a few people for all of their love and support. For my friends, Peyton, I need to thank her for making me feel like I was important enough to celebrate my leaving and reminding me that I would be missed when I was already gone. Brena, my hometown friend for being my countdown buddy. She has been checking in with how I feel about everything for the last two weeks and never fails to remind me that I am going to have the time of my life and should be nothing but excited. Now, my boyfriend.  For loving me and supporting me despite my abandonment of him for around half a year, the countless Australia tips since he has already been there, and for being as excited as I am if not more. America, I am excited to go, I hope you are in better shape when I come back, but I will not travel places without being proud of where I come from because I really have had some of the best experiences and opportunities life has to offer in my home. Lastly my parents, coming all that way to say goodbye, supporting the dream… and funding it. I will never be too old to watch them wait until they cannot see me anymore as they wave vigorously until I cross behind that final threshold at the airport.

… so here we go.

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