Mere hours until I leave Australia.
I wanted to post one more time from here out of sheer sentimentality. There is something rite-of-passagey about last things. Though you would think that it would have lost its glamour a bit given that, having gone through this routine before, I know that a ‘last time’ is only last in the sense that I don’t know when I will do it again. That I will do it again, somewhere with someone, is pretty certain (pretty certain – oxymororn…).
I am feeling a whole range of excitement about being in Beijing and starting work there. I am not feeling any sadnesses about leaving the familiar and understood.
This was my view from my apartment in Dubai (a little edited).
I don’t have a photo from my apartment in Canberra because I didn’t think taking a photo of a row of garages would be worth taking.
I seem to have lost my photo of my view from my balcony in India, but I will try to describe it. I was on the the first floor and looked down upon the very well tended, lush green garden,: a grassed area framed by heavy scented night jasmine that languished upon the old, sagging iron gates. A flame tree dominated the garden, standing grand and regal in the middle of the lawn. A jack fruit tree provided me slow entertainment, conducive to the heat, as I watched the fruit grow from what look like a dead leaf into obese green fruit. And if I looked hard enough through the leaves of the many other bushes and smaller trees, I could see the building across the lane. I had that very rare luxury in India – a feeling of space.
Which brings me to this: I wonder what my view will be from my apartment in China. You can be certain that I will share it with you!
See you in Beijing!