It's my last hours in Sydney, in Australia, in fact even on this hemisphere. And it's good. I am not happy to go, nor am I sad to leave. Or is it both? The last days I spent in Sydney went by fast. I had expected to be bored as my living had changed from my time in Baltic Street, as some of my friends are gone already. But I met others, strolled through the city and said goodbye. It was fun staying at the Abbey again, very interesting to see those who are just about to start their journeys. I didn't feel like a wise men sitting there listening to their plans and expectations, but I could certainly say that I had an idea what would wait for them out there.
Right now I am sitting at a desk at NICTA again, will catch a cab to the airport after lunch. Sounds unspectecular, but for me it was stressing enough as I had to pack up all my belongings to bring them to an airport ready final state (oh how do I hate packing). Past midnight (local time) I'll be in Bangkok, hopefully set up to spend some quality time there, spacing out before good old Germany will get me back. What shall I say? Catch you later, I guess!
