I'm currently sitting in Vancouver airport (yay for free wifi!) waiting to board the plane that will take me away from Vancouver for the last time.
It's always very hard for me when something comes to an end. I've enjoyed the last three years, settled into a nice routine and made more than a few friends. I've come to think of this place as home, to a degree I haven't really felt since Cambridge.
But the time has come for me to move on. My job in Vancouver was always temporary, so I knew this day would arrive. That doesn't make it any easier. For the last few weeks, I've often done something and noticed that I will never do that thing in quite the same way. Throw in the stress involved in trying to get all the packing and shipping finished, and I've felt less than sanguine.
Beginnings are easier. So once I make it to Australia, I expect to feel better. Sure, there are still lots of things I will need to do (like find an apartment), but with a better frame of mind and less of a hard deadline I should be less stressed with it all.