Leaving on a jet plane

As I write this, I’m lying in the spare bed in my friend Emma’s house in Tasmania.  I left Perth last night, without any degree of certainty regarding when I might return (I mean, yeah, the USA will boot me out after I finish my degree, but will I be back sometime during those three years?  It’s odd to leave a place – a place you’ve called home for so long, without really knowing when you’ll go back to it). I have a week here in Tasmania with my Emmy before I fly to the USA.  This is good in many ways, in no small part due to spending a tremendous week somewhere new and fun with my best friend (who I haven’t seen in ageees!).  She and her mum picked me up at the airport, and her mum spent the car ride fussing over me,...


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