Just said goodbye to my boyfriend, family. Pretty emotional. I was a wreck anyway, but being run down, over tired and with the computer problems and everything else that went wrong it sure didn't help. Matt picked me up from the airport and went for a drive in between my flights. He took the day off work to cheer me up. Was so nice to be in the car with him again. It's been ages. It's all the little details that you forget that make it hard to leave. Like, the care bear stickers we stuck on his dash so it looked like they were doing rude things. And the Lilly at The Spot cafe in Glebe remembering my order: Black coffee with a bit of cold water, turkish bread toasted with heaps of vegemite...

Although I am sad, I'm ok to leave now.