Monday, August 04, 2008  10:33 AM
Look how they shine for you
So this is the end of the whirlwind that has been my life since the beginning of this year, and tomorrow marks the new beginning that I've been dreading. Yet in between the folds of this honest admission of hating the sights I'll see - the superficial supercilious smiles and the subtle catwalk runways - I keep going because of the days of blanketed starlit skies below me, royal breakfast spreads, random coffeeshop conversations and the faith armour.
Yes I've a serious case of wanderlust, but the USA, Hong Kong and Australia have tired me out that I've never been so joyful to be at home in my little canopy. It's been a packed seven weeks, so much so that my father has no idea where I am half the time. He rang me when I was in Melbourne last week, thinking that I was flying back home from Hong Kong while I laughed at him incredulously over the line. I'm going to reserve my travels now for fear of getting jaded by the time I'm thirty.
May the December mission to find a certain father and hospital admissions and vending machine coffees come soon, though.
How often do you get to see an endless blanket of bright stars in pitch blackness on eye level - that fleeting magnificence of creation will be my motor for the next semester.
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