"Yeah."Â On our way home, I also realised the magic I've always got:
It's called a long-term, solid friendship between races, religions, and even nations -- in this real world constantly shaken by greed and dirty politics.
I never want this magic to go away...
Monday, May 7, 2018:
At last, my last morning in Sydney. (Hopefully for now. I still seriously want to return someday.)
Bye-bye, Loki and Mocca. Stay cute forever. Farewell, lovely Hassall Grove of Blacktown. I'll miss your quiet streets at night, neat houses, and greenery.
Andy dropped me and Yuki off at the station before going to work. I thanked him before following Yuki.
We took two trains to the airport. When it was my time to finally board, we hugged each other. Since she told me her plan to visit Jakarta with Andy, I said: "I'll be seeing you guys again soon, okay?"
The trip back was basically reversed, from the timeline to the route. First flight, transit in Singapore, and last flight home.
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"You know, you're actually very brave," said Ma one night after my return. "When I was your age, I didn't dare travel overseas alone and this is already your second."
