Luisa in Australia

Back to Brisbane – for the last time this time

It is heart-breaking. Knowing that I don’t have a place anymore and that I am going to leave for good in a few hours, I feel so shut out by my city. In the afternoon I meet with Sam one last time. We make short process. It's tragic. He goes directly to QUT pub crawl in which I won’t take part this semester.

I am saying goodbye to Mama who will fly home together with Papa tomorrow morning. Dad brings me to the airport, it all feels so unreal. He helps me reorganise my luggage because it is overweight.

Then he leaves and I am alone. Waiting. Realising. Wondering. Sam is texting me, drunk and honest.  He left Pub Crawl early. We call each other on the phone and let it all out. I am so so so sorry for leaving.

After having passed the passport control and security screening I cannot control myself any longer and burst into a cramping flood of tears. It hurts so much I can physically feel the pain. Like a heart being ripped out. I am probably the most embarrassing person at the airport but really I give a shit right now. It is the end of the wonderful life I lived during the past one and a half years. I am closing a door, leaving a world. Falling into nowhere. It is dark outside. I cannot even properly see Brisbane through the windows. My Brisbane. Boarding begins and I am making my way into the plane. I don't want to walk but I am walking anyway. My legs just do the job. One foot in front of the other. I arrive at my seat in the plane and I am so exhausted that I fall asleep right away. 

Final chapter closed.