Today, dougie left Bali and started the long journey back home to England. We arrived late last night, and managed to sneak him up to our hotel room for a few hours sleep before waking up early to take home to the airport. First, we grabbed some street food of meatballs and dim sum from outside, ate a less than hearty meal, and curled up to sleep for the last time.
It is always hard to say goodbye, airports are places of great emotions, the joy in greeting loved ones who haven't been seen for a long time, and the sadness of watching them go again. It feels like each time you are away from them, they take a little piece of you with them. And the little piece of me that dougie took as he left felt like a tender little bruise on my heart, that will only heal when we are reunited in a months time.
Since dropping dougie at the airport this morning, my sister and I have wandered round some last minute markets, got a couple of souvenirs, played ball in the hotel swimming pool, and packed our lives back into our rucksacks, in preparation for our own flights this evening. Time to say farewell to another country and head to Australia, where we will be reunited with mum and dad, and experience the joy to oppose the sadness I felt earlier this morning.
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