My farewell party
I cannot believe I am doing this. But I actually have to throw a
farewell party. I don’t wanna say farewell. I wanna stay and say hello Brisbane
and everyone here again and again. But well, I guess that’s life. If it hadn’t
been so great, it wouldn’t hurt so much. So it’s good it hurts. The party is
amazing. We are having BBQ, playing drinking games, we dance, shout, love, cry,
enjoy the night, say goodbye. I am feeling such strong emotions I could
explode. At four in the morning we go to bed – or on the sofa and the floor.
It’s two hours until I have to get up again to pick up MaPa from the airport
who are finally coming to see the place where I am so happy. I didn’t take many
pictures that night, but here are a few.
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