Kinda like I did when I first moved up here.
I'm going to need help to remember to come back again next year. I've had so many doubts and bad thoughts this last few months which make the possibility of staying back in Adelaide too easy to fall into, but I can't. Because it hit me today, and every other day when I dance and remember how much I love to dance; when I'm in the theatre and remembering how I wanted to spend all my days there, or when I sing, and everything else just fades into the background... that despite everything else, I really do love being up here. But I'm scared to have more months like the recent ones where all there is is doubt and pain and uncertainty.
Tomorrow I go back to my family, my friends, my boyfriend, my security, my comforts. I leave my world of dance + theatre + music, my independence and my dreams coming true. And I wonder which world is really the best for me right now.