here i go (again)
Namaste blog tribe So I'm leaving for Australia via Tahiti in about seven hours. I'm not packed. I woke up in tears. I don't want to go, but I do want to go. I have to go. My present reluctance is stemming from a mixed bouquet of heartbreak. First of all, I haven't been back to Australia since I left my ex-husband at the airport on my way back to New York City, via Berlin. But that's not why my heart feels broken... not really, anyways. About a...