Three am is a wonderful opportunity to explore the avenues of insight and what lies beneath a veil of anxiety and belief that the knowledge you have collected, shared and influenced over a few years with people comes to a close and a possible new chapter emerges.

We have many avenues to pursue and make mistakes throughout our life and finally for a number of days, weeks, months and years I feel it is time for me to emerge out of my cocoon of self resin and ‘be strong’. The encounters I will face in this new chapter lie emerged in a layer of self doubt that I left behind.

I cried with a passion of leaving people behind in London on Sunday morning and throughout Sunday evening. The joy of crying was more of a relief that I fulfilled what I came here to achieve and succeed in. I found happiness with some of the greatest of friends I could call my own. I leave with a sense of sadness on many a subject but as the ‘Alice in Wonderland treadmill’ kept being turned on, I knew that my happiness would soon subside if I stayed longer than I expected. Pursuing the inevitable is a trait we all desire but sometimes acknowledge that love itself is around each corner and one ‘boof-head’ is always willing to accept you for who you are.

I sit looking at unpacked bags and a conformed weigh in of luggage which I feel guilty of leaving behind. Funny how the perception of luggage is thought another way near five years ago when I decided that it was time for me to move away from Australia.

Space will be the only option when I return to Australia. The claustrophobia of London will soon subside and ‘en-shala’ I will emerge that home is where the heart lies.

Personal tragedy aside. I feel that I am not the only one to share the loss of leaving a place they have grown fond of throughout the years for a given reason. Our lives are enriched with the experience we descend into with each day we get out of our beds, dress in our cotton and open the door to be enthralled in what the rest of the waking hours brings us (alas Monday’s are exempt from this).

The people who miss me, know eventually where to find me. The friends who miss me however, should not feel discouraged, because they are always heavy upon my heart, and I will always be with them.

To the banner I tell people and to the love I have shared with many. Remember, especially, when you have friend willing to pour you another drink or play you another song…..

London is a lonely place, but you will never feel alone.