I woke up this morning feeling fresh, happy and carefree. Enjoying the morning air as I briskly walked to the train station in Gosford - I'm going home. at last.
I had time to visit the Viet bakery for some brekky. Comfort food. Chatted to the owner for a bit and she instantly smiled when she heard me speak in vietnamese. I know my viet sucks, but I knew she needed to hear it. She said to me "it's hard to find people from Vietnam here" I smiled and agreed, I couldn't say that I wasn't actually from Vietnam. I left as I entered, with a big smile. So cheesy, but I felt alive, the week has been hard and I finally got to just clear my mind and take in my surroundings. Even if it wasn't going to last...
The whole train ride back to Sydney, I laid back in my seat, admired the beauty of where I was and listened to a group of grannies talk about the lil things in life, simplicity. There was no rushing around, no stress, no worries. Time slowed down and it was bliss.
Overall, I'm fine. Things may not go the way I want, but in the grander scheme of things, what I said in my last blog was just a small part of what's been going on in my life at the moment. I'm quite content (to an extent) I joke and smile everyday, I forget all my troubles. I've found someone who makes me very happy and makes me feel safe just by being with them. I finally have someone who I can talk to and not be afraid, someone who knows how to joke with me and match my level of stubborness (if that were possible). I'm cared for and it's a nice feeling...because sometimes I'm tired of taking care of everyone else. I don't want flowers or candy or expensive gifts, I just need someone to be there for me. Simply so.
