It's a strange feeling. Knowing that I will leave the place that I have lived most of my life in less than a month. It's a strange feeling. I see things differently because of this fact.
The annoying kookaburras that disturb my weekend sleep-ins have suddenly become majestic native creatures, with glorious voices that remind me to wake up and get the most out of the day. The eucalyptus tree that almost collapsed on my house, another distinctly Australian gem that I now treasure. The kookaburras, the gum tree, even sweaty Februarys will keep my mind warm in the cold Swiss winter and I will remember home. I will yearn for the grand Australian ocean and the tinge of orange that decorates the landscape.
I once thought a new adventure, somewhere more central to the rest of the world would be a dream come true, but now I am not so sure.
I will miss my mother's hugs and being so close to her 'mumsy' scent and how I will miss the sight of her genuine heartwarming smile. I will also strangely miss my big sister's commanding voice and her annoyingly always-right intuition. I will actually miss my dad's 'dad' jokes and my older brother's insanely amazing coffee (I will never admit that he can cook better than I can).
It's a strange feeling leaving it all behind, but it's reassuring to know that I will return from time to time and maybe one day be back for good. I take solace in knowing that the warmth of Australia will always be in my heart and something tells me there will be something magical about a new adventure. After all Roald Dahl once said: "Those who don't believe in magic will never find it". So this is me closing my eyes so tight and believing (even if I do feel like a goose).
Armed with this positive belief, I will call myself "Nomad Naomi" - Adventurer of the Universe (who even as an adult, still misses her mum's hugs and hummous). I hope you will come on the adventure with me...and my beautiful family.
Take care fellow nomads,