It's time to think about...

And so, people are out lying on the lawn on a bright glorious Thursday. A handful of twos and threes, some in groups, talking, laughing, or simply just being around. I looked on in envy, and I couldn't help but think of home. Not that I'd ever lie in the park or garden without hesitation (think creepy crawlies), but I think I'm missing laughter...jokes at church every Sunday, Jenny's hearty bombastics, TBF's uncontrollable hehes and hohos, and even Keith's sarcastic snickers. Sure, there's laughter here too, but it's just different.

So, staying here permanently has never really crossed my mind, until an overwhelming "Why not?" signals the necessity to give it some thought. Decision-making has always been a paradox, for I have the propensity to do something else than what I really wanted to. I remember telling myself that I wouldn't go anywhere on my own again after HK, but here I am, in Sydney, on my own.

But I guess it's time to think about it...