The Footsies and I weren’t too happy to see the sun rise this morning. I don’t want to go back home, period. I don’t understand people that get tired of being on vacation… I think that unless you broke your hip or had an accident of some sort, there is no good reason for saying the words ”I’m starting to miss home!” (Of course, this does not apply to Danes, LOL)
But Australia made it very clear, when we applied for our visas that we were NOT allowed to work, study and certainly not stay.
So we have to leave.
Luckily, I had something to look forward to, at the airport. I don’t have time to get into details (I am actually kind of playing ”can you post this before boarding?”), but with the help of Murphy, who is always very available for me, checking in was an absolute nightmare, and now we are leaving Sydney not sure if we’ll be able to board our L.A. flight, and if our checked luggage will follow us all the way to Montréal…
BUT, I did get a very special final good bye from Oz. And I’ll be back, someday. That’s a promise, Australia!