I had a very weird feeling when I flew out of Tasmania on the 27th Jan 2009. 3 years of studies ended. I enjoyed the studies, the lifestyle, and the landscape. There is nothing more I can ask for while staying there. Some may say it is only a place for retirement, some may say there is nothing much to do there, but it is a place where I can do what ever I want and be truely feel alive.
As I flew from Launceston to Melbourne, I looked out from the window, seeing the plane flying over Launceston city, then over the tamar river towards batman bridge, towards Lowhead, and looking across the whole stretch of northern coast of Tasmania, leaving Tasmania for good. I had mixed feelings. A feeling of sadness and happiness. I enjoyed my days in Tasmania for the past 3 years, and I do not wish to loose that lifestyle.
Goodbye my home for 3 years. We shall meet again.
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