Finale

Yesterday was my last day as a door knocker. Also being my last day as an employed person in Australia with my current visa. For sales it wasn’t a good day.  Nothing all day up until my very last house, I knocked on the door and a lady yelled out “who is it? Come around the back”. It’s not until I say these things to other people that I realise I should be a lot more care full than I am.

I could tell it was an elderly lady so I wasn’t worried. Her name is Brenda, by the way she answered the door I thought oh great someone is calling me around back so they can yell in my face about how much of a money scam solar panels are. (it’s not by the way.) She couldn’t answer the door because of something with her legs. Instead she welcomed me right into her house and asked me to let the cat outside to be fed.

“The whole can?”

“ Yes dear, the whooollee can”

Before I left I also took out the recycle but more importantly I made a promise to make my first stop, upon my future return to Australia, straight to Ayres rock- Uluru. In her words “I never thought a lump of rock in the middle of the desert could be a spiritual experience” .  I gestured a pinky promise she said “I’m on Facebook!  B. R. E. N....”

We became friends and she made an appointment to see a solar specialist. All’s well ends well.

Earlier in the day I stopped for my lunch break in a park. I was at the same park the day before but it was pouring rain. This time I played around on the equipment.  A grandfather and his granddaughter came on the equipment and I acted cool. They started playing this game where the little girl would hide basically in plain site and her granddad would say

” Have you seen my Josephine? A little girl about this tall. You saw her right? In a school uniform. I can’t seem to find her.”

 I was on the swing, pumping my legs and getting too high. A refreshing high of nostalgia and youth.

“I’ll keep an eye out for her”  (*whilst waving at this little girl)

Once I get to a certain altitude on swings I get a bit nauseous, so rather than ruin this beautiful moment with vomit and sloppy tears I dragged my feet along the mulch until I was at the pace to launch into the air and land safely. I’ve always been afraid of going too high on swings I have no idea why.  Once I got off I starting making my way to the next block of houses, when an overwhelming sense of reminiscence hit me.

The Grand Dad and Daughter reminded me of me and my Dad. I was also thinking about work when I go home and the feeling of coming home and taking off my work stuff. Going to bed in my room MY BED..as old and nearly decrepit as it may be, it may still have my ugly pajama’s under the pillow... After a long nostalgic train of thought the tears came with the least sentimental notion. Hanging my clothes up in my closet.

There I was between 129 and 131 on Lilian street swelling up, hearing kids coming out of school and me pretending to look busy flipping through my clipboard papers. At the thought of unpacking my suitcases, doing laundry, hanging up and putting away my things. Just chilling in my little sanctuary. A refreshing flow of happy tears ran down me.

I have also been looking at the cost of flights home.  It is almost finished. I'm at the airport right now, en route to Brisbane to visit a friend I havent seen in maybe 4 years. She's here for uni, also leaving soon.

My time in Australia feels complete!  Stay tuned for my post Brissy blogetry <3