The first night I got to Australia, around 6:00 PM, I ran back to my room after a housing meeting and didn't even get the door closed before I started sobbing. I'm talking like, snot-everywhere-and-I-couldn't-breathe sobbing. I had been fine all the way on the (multiple) airplanes, so this breakdown of sorts really scared me. I guess that was the moment when it became real to me how long it was going to be until I'd see my favorite people again.


My mom is the person who keeps me grounded. I think about her when I'm anxious and when I'm feeling like I want to give up. I think about how much she's sacrificed for me to be the person that I am today, and it's too much to take for granted. I wish I could share this experience in Australia with her. I know she'd love marveling over the kangaroos and playing with the monkeys in Bali. She'd love to take a walk through the Fremantle markets with me and hit up as many wineries in Western Australia as possible.
Mom - I assume you're reading this. Know that even though it's hard being this far apart, I'll be home soon, stronger and wiser than before. I'll also be more than ready to see my dog so make sure he's nice, clean and ready to see his best friend (that's me, I'm his best friend). I can't wait to tell you all there is to tell about my time in Australia. I'm so grateful that you've supported me with this whole experience. I miss you so much.




















