Falling in love with Aussieland

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Busselton Jetty

Busselton Jetty

Beach side path, 250 meters from my house

I think we may have a problem. I realized today that I am falling in love with this place. This will definitely complicate things when the time comes for me to go home to Canada. For the first couple of weeks, I was all, “Yeah! I’m having a blast! Things are a little tricky, I will figure them out though, and then I’ll be sweet!” Just so in love with the adventure and the difference of it all.

Now that I’m settling in though, I’m definitely finding that I love it here. Maybe not putting down roots, but I think my heart and soul are doing it behind my minds back. This is going to make it so much harder to leave, especially because I can’t really ever come back, not for real, not to stay. Unless I get married or something.

I realized the other day, I’ve been gone from Canada for over a month. Longer than I’ve ever been gone before. When I went to Europe, it was a crazy journey, always moving, never in one place for more than a few days. And I loved it, almost every second, feeling like I could move on at the drop of a hat. It suited me, a runner, more at home in motion than stationary. This is different. I’ve spent time in places. Maybe not a lot of time, but enough to build relationships, to put down pseudo-roots. It’s going to be so hard to leave.

A thought struck me the other day. “It’s better to fall in love with a place than with a person, because a place can never break your heart.”

I’m not sure at all if this is true anymore. I think there is a very good chance that leaving this place will break my heart. But then I’m not like most people, I will most likely feed off that heartbreak in ways that I cannot decide are healthy or unhealthy, because I’ve never met someone who seems to think the same way I do.

For example, the other day I told a girlfriend back home that I miss her. She said no missing, just enjoy. The thing is, for me, I almost enjoy missing people. It’s a strange feeling; again, another one I’m not sure is entirely healthy. I enjoy being alone, missing those people I do hold close in my heart. It’s a strange thing to try and express in words.