It’s my last night in Melbourne. I have lived here since 2006 but my visa expires and I have to go.
I have finished packing and the apartment feels empty and silent. Looking out over the city and I’m feeling a bit sad. I love this place.
It’s a 26 hours flight in the morning to Europe, 10 hours shorter than last time so I’m lucky.
I look forward seeing family and friends in Sweden; it is more than a year since I saw them last time. Can’t wait really, but now, right now, I feel mainly sadness of leaving a place that feels like home.
This is home, but it’s time to build a new somewhere else.