“How does it feel; to be on your own; with no direction home; a complete unknown; like a rolling stone.”I am sitting on the A330-200 to Perth and listening to Bob Dylan. Erika is asleep in the seat next to me. In the headphones the troubadour sings: “HOW DOES IT FEEL?” I can tell you it feels fantastic. Erika and I are now jobless and homeless… but in a good way. We are officially on our post-Sydney adventure.
The last several days have been a flurry of emotion. I admit tears welled in my eyes at the going-away Bar-B-Q hosted by my laboratory (images are the very cool going away present my lab gave me: my lab-coat personalized with messages from the lab). Moving out and packing up was a task -- and an un-enjoyable one at that. It is amazing how much stuff we accumulated in just three and a half years in Australia. It all had to go somewhere, and it was difficult making it all disappear. But get this: now that we sold the car, we have no keys. How often do people not own a set of keys?
And the most important part…
GO TAR HEELS!!! We watched the national championship game over Tuesday lunch at the North Annandale (our local pub). That was an incredible display and they are an amazing team. Watching it during the daylight hours 10,000 miles away was not as much fun as it was in 2005 at the CSB on Franklin Street. However, the result still brought immense joy and pride to these Tar Heels down under.
2 hours 50 min to Perth. Tomorrow we get our first glimpse of the Indian Ocean.
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