Elvira

I am writing this post from the international terminal at Sydney Airport, and I can’t believe I’m finally here. So with this in mind, I thought I’d write about the things I’m going to miss most about Sydney (in no specific order!).

1. My parents

Here are my parents, looking very unimpressed at having their photo taken. How am I going to cope without my dad’s Alexander the Great updates, or my mum’s company?

2. Ramiro

Even though things have been difficult, I will miss Ramiro intensely. Even his antics.

3.Elvira

A cat like no other. Need I say more? Here she is with Mum.

4. My friends

Who encouraged me to go, even when doubtful.

5. The city itself

How good can it be?

So, for the past two weeks, I have been trying to pack the last seven years of my life into boxes. And let’s just say, it hasn’t been easy, as I have been forced to accept that I am an inveterate hoarder. Some of the more interesting things I’ve found:

A Halloween costume of a headless horseman, unused
Tickets from EVERY movie I’ve attended since 2010
A book called “Public sex”, which I have no memory of acquiring
Twenty cans of tuna
My diaries. I do NOT recommend revisiting such volumes!
Jeans in sizes ranging from 10 to 16. All of which I’ve worn. Hello, varying weight…

I am almost at the end, I hope, as my house looks like a natural disaster area, and even Elvira has abandoned ship.

The lounge room. I hope no one visits!

There’s a few things on the bed…And what’s with the weird yellow glow, I wonder?

One incredibly grumpy cat.

Helen in Spain

Farewell to Sydney

Packing is hell