Leaving

I am home now, but my heart still beats for ol' Melbourne town.

I cried at the airport. Not just because I was coming down from a big night out - because I didn't want to leave. Over the course of a month the place had assimilated me, and now I was tearing myself away, painfully, wrongfully. I didn't want to come to the airport. I didn't come here to pay a $70 excess baggage fee, nor did I come here to be told I couldn't take musical instruments as carry-on baggage. I came to this hellhole to reluctantly leave, and that I did. So I cried in front of passing hostesses, pilots, passengers. Saying goodbye sucks.