Yesterday I loaded up my bike and like so many times before exited the city, for yet another journey. Only this time was different, my heart was heavy and my soul felt as though it were melting, slowly seeping through the soles of my feet like a thick, heavy mercury. Moments earlier I was sitting on the same couch, doing the same thing I'd been doing for the past few weeks... not a heck of a lot! Just relaxing, enjoying the freedom that comes from part-time work and no University. The ease at which I could sit, the comfort of knowing this shared space at Vernbern was available. Why now after so long are the ties to this manic environment, affectionately known as the Inner West, so hard to sever? It's not the place it's the people right?
Nothing stays the same, and I could not expect those around me to selflessly perpetuate this inertia. I could not expect these lovely beings to remain the same, so I may stay in this comfortable sphere of constant and unchanging friendship and companionship . We are all on our path, and as I rolled off the train at Woy Woy and made my way to the dock, I knew the next stage of this journey would be just as hard to leave behind.
Doug and Marcia have been close friends of mine from the first time I moved to Sydney. It's bound to be a week of long chats, occasionally touching on some very serious and important philosophies, but for the most part it will be tales of old times, bravery and acts of stupidity and misadventure directed by the innocence of youth. We share climbing stories, childhood memories and disclose secrets we thought we'd never tell anyone. I am truly grateful that Doug and Marcia have shared their part of the world and history with me. For now leaving behind Sydney is enough for one day, I will deal with my Central Coast departure when it comes.
Be xx
