Cultured Views

Yep, 13 days until William heads off on a plane back to Australia and he is counting the days off the calender. I’m not, but then again, I am his Mum and once he leaves it may be quite a while before a see him again.  I have to admit though that I am glad he has taken the initiative and is heading off to start the rest of his life. France was never going to be a runner for him, but Belfast was a good experience as he made lots of friends and enjoyed it.

But Australia is calling him. His mates are going to meet him at the airport when he arrives but he is on strict orders to go straight home and sleep his jetlag off for 48 hours. Then he can party for a while. He has education to continue with and employment to organise to finance it and his Dad has to organise his tax file number and medicare card.

He has a 23 hour flight back to Sydney and no doubt I will not get a moments sleep until I know he has landed safely on Sydney’s terra firma. You never stop worrying about them.

23 hours…as he gets further and further away from Mum.

Pass the bloody kleenex please.

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