I am waiting on the bus that is just pulling out of Hiroshima Bus Centre and I’m crying.
It’s always like this.
I always cry when I’m about to catch a plane. Not because planes terrify me but because I’m going somewhere new. After last night, I meant figuratively, not literally. I’m not ready to tell that story yet but I have finally found peace and forgiveness.
Anyway, I mean that wherever I go I leave little pieces of my heart and soul; some experiences are good, others not so much. That is why I cry. I lose part of myself and even when it’s not something I want to hold onto, it hurts.
I’m going back to Australia for a holiday after a three year absence and two years without seeing my mum.
I am so grateful.