Sydneysiders

"Adventure is a path. Real adventure - self-determined, self-motivated, often risky - forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind - and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white."
-Mark Jenkins


I'm coming home.
It's been six months and I'm sitting in the airport waiting for our plane to board.

I cried a lot this morning.
When I said goodbye to Nick I squeezed him tightly, told him I loved him and that I'd see him soon. Boston isn't that far away.

I said goodbye to our city last night.
And it is ours.
We are all over that city.

The memories of you and I are scattered along every single block.
We built a life there, if only for a short time, and I am a stronger person for it.

I'll miss so many things but I will also miss my time with you.
You, the most patient and generous man I have ever known.

It was like meeting you for the first time, uncovering all your little mysteries (strange impersonations included) and falling in love with you all over again.

I know I've said this a countless number of times, but you're the only one who drags me kicking and screaming through fast dreams.

Thank you for showing me the magic door.

I am so excited for all the adventures we have ahead of us (South Africa, South America, did someone mention Japan over dinner?) and all the passport stamps to come.

Let's go home.