If My Cell Phone Told the Story: Leaving…Again

“You never really leave a place or person you love, part of them you take with you, leaving a part of yourself behind.”

~ unknown

It was getting time to leave for Australia. I was rather worried as I thought I was getting better, and then a few days before I had to leave, I felt myself having a relapse. I decided that I would just go to Australia and let the heat bake this mess right out of me.

But first things first…

I had some babysitting to do…

A book to read, didn’t get it finished.

I had to put my house in order after taking down the Christmas decorations.

A pause to marvel at all the instruments Enric plays and a prayer that he has more time in 2017 to use them.

Bake some snicker-doodles because Laura was missing her snicker-doodle creamer.

Took three days, but I finally made Enric his favorite dish, Canelons.

He was rather happy with it.

Ready or not, healthy or not, here I go.

At BWI

Much traveling rewards you with certain perks, like priority boarding.

Auntie Annes in Dallas airport, (because I’ve never seen soft pretzels in Australia.)

Fries with gravy, or as they are called in Australia Chips with gravy. In Sydney -like 17 hours of travel and being sick isn’t hard enough, they give me a spoon for my fries. I was too weary to demand an explanation of how I was going to eat this, but not weary enough to just look at it and wonder.

Did I say I was sick before?
By the time I got to Australia, I was as sick as I had been over my USA stay. It took awhile but I did manage to slowly recover.

I can see all the footsteps left behind every second I gave.
Every song was a snapshot of my life I needed something to say.

It started out in the last slow motion scene watching everyone change.
Made a map of the one way road from here, I had no reason to stay.

I am awake and alive there is something calling me.
More than a moment in time, it’s a dream I’m following on my own.
(On my own) On my own.
More than a moment in time, it’s a life of leaving home.

Think of me when the stars come out tonight, take a look at the sky.
I never said I could burn out that bright, but I needed to try.

I am awake and alive there is something calling me.
More than a moment in time, it’s a dream I’m following on my own.
(On my own) On my own.
More than a moment in time, it’s a life of leaving home.

The day that I found my voice, I knew that I had no choice.
The only way that I’d ever learn to love is if i found it on my own.
On my own.

I am awake and alive there is something calling me.
More than a moment in time, it’s a dream I’m following on my own.
(On my own) On my own.
On my own (on my own) On my own (on my own)
More than a moment in time, it’s a life of leaving home.

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