To you with love,
I'm eternally grateful to have had the opportunity to meet you. To have had the blessing of meeting people that have made my years here become the best time of my life, the most cherished experience.
They say that home is where the heart is. Well, I say it's not that simple. You see, my heart is in two places. For me Australia is home, and for obvious reasons so is Sweden. No matter how I twist and turn, it is a lose-lose situation.
I stay, I lose my origin, my friends and family. I leave, I lose myself. The person I, thanks to you, have grown into over the past three years. How can anyone possibly make the right decision?
Well, the way I see it, I have to think about the person I will become in the future. And to be completely honest, I need to see my options in reality. I have a glimpse of what my life could be like here. I've pretty much lived my (so far) grown-up life here in Melbourne. This is where I've had a job to go to every day. Friends to meet up with every night and all life's chores to fill my time in between. You have made me laugh so hard I've been unable to breathe. You've made me cry at times too. You’ve made every single day worth waking up to and worth living. But what's the alternative?
To be honest, I don't know that yet. I don't know what everyday life can be in Sweden but to be true to myself I have to try it out. Because if I don't I'll continue living my life, although a very happy one, wondering whether the grass is greener in Sweden. Well, that's a bad metaphor I guess as Sweden's got snow and rain and leaf-less trees 9 months a year. But you get my point, right?
I guess what I'm trying to tell you is that I have, and will forever, treasure every single moment, experience and memory I share with you.
When we were up on that stage at the old Palace with our own bodyguards and couldn't-be-more-willing-to-please-DJ dancing our asses off, Jennie.
When we were freezing our holy parts off on that steel bench after the James' beat-competition singing 12925 purple people eater, Sarah.
When we were walking the St Kilda sands talking about life's mysteries and friendship, Filippa.
When we were trading Bambi necklace for pimp-ass ring in the smoking fucking alley of 161, Marvin.
When we were running around the super-shiny kitchen island of yours because I had to feel your puppies, Peter.
When we were sitting around the same super-shiny kitchen island bonding over your detailed notes on how to catch the train into the city, Renee.
When we were drinking wine, taking very silly photos and giggling on that winery grass, Amber.
When we were downing champagne like it was water booty-battling those skanks at a dodgy backpacker, Josie.
When we were practicing for the world championship in synchronised dance in Sarah and James' kitchen to the beat of hip hop, Sam.
When we were discussing the meaning and depth of life, interrupted by that crazy penguin-possessed Italian sitting on the hard chairs of Vineyard's, Evelina.
When we were yelling at each other over who was really wrong, you or I, standing at the worn-out carpet of your office door, James.
And all other million and million again memories that we share. Happy ones. Sad ones. Boring ones. Drunk ones. And hang over ones too.
I will put them all in my special treasure coffin and take them out whenever I feel lonely. And I want you to know that no matter where we are in the world, you will always be apart of my life.
Tears are rolling down my cheeks as I write this. Ok, who am I kidding? It bears more resemblance to the downpours of Niagara Falls. Seriously, I could probably increase the water levels of Australia's water reserves with about a tenfold.
To make a long story short: Thank you for being who you are, and thank you for sharing that with me.
This is from me. To you. With all the love that I possess.