My father’s girlfriend felt sorry for me and brought me around some soup, strange to think that I’ve known her for such a short time but she’s the only person who has made me feel like I’m not a complete waste of space today. I feel better, a little sad, but better.
Things are getting real. I have almost 100% made the commitment to move to Melbourne mid-november. I discussed finer details about me (temporarily) moving in with my aunt and uncle, earning my stay through babysitting my cousin and them training me up for hospitality work but I also got invites to live with other (unexpected) friends that I made in Japan and people whom I’ve grown up with. It’s unbelievably overwhelming how supportive everyone is being. It’s become so real that it’s almost terrifying. I’m realising that I’m seven months away from moving away from the people I’ve grown up with, my family and the people I love along with the streets I know so well and the constant nostalgia that comes with living in the same neighbourhood your whole life. In other news it’s 4am and I’m drunk again.