A new hello to my second home

Three days from today, I'll be moving to my home, far away from home. This move means I'll be leaving my family for a long time. Knocking on their front door without plan and consideration just won't be feasible anymore. They reside in Sydney and me, Melbourne. That's a pitfall that can only be consoled with promises of frequent visits, no doubt.

Not only will I be leaving them, but I'll be leaving my homegrown childhood comforts, the smell and sights I have grown accustomed to. Change can be scary but at the same time exciting. What is exciting is the unfamiliar paths not yet trodden and yet to be discovered. It is exciting that I get to share this experience with a special someone. In my heart he is the conquering factor why my move is about to happen. (Do I sound deluded?)

There wasn't a warm reception when I broke the news. Resisting forces like natural parental concerns associated with a daughter moving far away from home without an established career and accusations of my shunning of responsibility to help the family.

For my personal development, this is the best for me and best I know how to help them and hopefully one day they can talk about me with their heads held high.