Brisbane, Australia Going Away Party

My last night in Australia.

Boy, this is hard.

Leaving places is hard. Leaving people is hard. Change is hard.

I’m not really thinking about the trip at all. Just thinking about being here, and all I’m giving up. Last night I tried to come up with everything in my life that isn’t about to change completely. There are a few things. A few big things. But it’s not a long list.

I’m terribly sad. It all kind of hit me at the end like a freight train.

I’m glad it didn’t hit earlier. I got to keep having fun right up to the buzzer. Here are some pictures from the going away party:

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I did everything I could to salvage this one, but it just didn’t come together. Crying shame.


This would’ve been okay if a certain 9 foot tall communist hadn