We’re moving back to Australia.
Somehow I’ve managed to put off writing this post for weeks. I’m not entirely sure why I didn’t want to post it. I am excited to be going back. But, of course, it’s a bittersweet goodbye, so perhaps I just didn’t want it to be published on the internet real just yet.
So yes, in just over a week Alex and I will be leaving our beloved Edinburgh to fly back to Adelaide, where I will start my Master of Philosophy in History. Despite the fact I applied for a position back in October, it really was a last minute decision. Right up until I actually accepted and we made up our minds, it was all a bit up in the air.
A year in, we’ve made a wonderful life in Edinburgh. We both have friends, routines, a local pub we’ll be heartbroken to leave, and the feeling of normalcy that only comes after being really settled somewhere. That said, I’d be lying if I said it was all easy and happy and rainbows and butterflies. A lot of this year has been really fucking tough.
The decision to move back to Australia was definitely the right one. Post-grad is something I’ve always wanted to pursue, and passing up the opportunity at the end of the day felt wrong. I still have a lot of uncertainty surrounding it, but ultimately I know I want to do my masters, so I know it’s the right decision. It will also be great to be closer to family, and to be back with our uni friends (even though I’m going to miss my Edinburgh friends so much it actually hurts a bit).
Goodbyes are always shit, especially when part of you isn’t ready to leave. But it isn’t really a goodbye. I don’t think we’ll ever be able to spend much time away from Edinburgh. To me, it feels like home, and I already know that staying away is hard. We’re already planning a trip back in August, which really is only 7 months away.
I don’t know what the next few months are going to bring, but I’m excited for the next step in our crazy adventure. Even if it does mean saying a temporary goodbye.