Leaving

my daughter departs for Brisbane next Saturday. She has her father and grandmother there so its not so worrying (not that he has been a great father....but thats another story). I'm feeling excited for her. I remember going to Australia myself when I was 18, trying to take on Sydney when actually I only ever roamed around the North Beach because I couldn't comprehend that I was in another country, I was scared :) I did venture out into wider Sydney now and then, but not that often, it was all toooo big.
But daughter has visited on and off over the years to visit her father so its not unfamiliar territory to her. If she comes back in 3 months her salon said she still has a job. Fly free little bird :)

I went for a job interview on Monday at a place a used to work. The money is outrageous. If I should be offered the job it means I will be leaving too.....we're all leaving. Leaving points in our lives never to return to that same situation again, ever. Each of us does this every day, mostly unconsciously, without a thought or hesistation. Every day and every moment is new. I don't mind leaving, its the newness that freaks me :) The interview went good, but is good enough? I don't know and I have two lovely weeks to find out.....

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