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We’ve been back from Bangladesh a week. I think. Most of it trickled or jostled past while I tried to grasp hold of it, like trying to hang on to a shadow, and in hindsight, things have seemed somewhat blurry. But in the opposite way to how Bangladesh was a blur. It’s like, in Bangladesh, everything was a photograph. Here, for a while, I’m seeing things in negative form, where I’m not quite sure what is real, trying to figure out things which seemed quite simple before, but suddenly are jumbled thanks to the ‘altered perspective’ contact lenses that seem to have magically re-appeared on my corneas.

I don’t really feel like writing about Bangladesh. Trying to describe our time there is like trying to describe a rainbow to a blind person. I don’t know where to start, and end up talking very fast all in the wrong order and saying things twice. That, and most people do not want to hear a step by step chronological recount from airport to airport. Maybe in several weeks when my head is on properly, and I’ve worked out how all this will settle in and influence my life, I will venture forth with some stories and thoughts. And photographs. Of which there are plenty, let me assure you.

For now, I don’t mind talking to you, (you know…speech, telephone, no typing) if you want to hear my jumbled musings.

On a side dish, several things are happening or have happened.
1. My grandparents may be moving out of the house they’ve lived in for as long as I’ve known them, and moving to Sydney. Many mixed and turbulent feelings ensue.

2. I met Kathleen on Saturday as part of a happy little company of six (also including Deb, Ben, Haoran and Sarah) who took in the sights of Sydney, used a very fancy bathroo in the QVB, lusted after books, wrote inane prose and ate chinese food.

3. I have a very sore leg as a result of something called ‘superficial thrombophlebitis‘ which means I have a small clot in one of my less vital veins. I was up half of last night worrying that I had caught deep vein thrombosis from the airoplane ride and would die, or lose my leg, or something equally as drastic, so I’m pleased to hear that it’s not as bad as I thought. I was almost right though…medical diagnosis points for me. I had my first ultrasound as part of the debarkle, which hurt, but proved that I have both deep and superficial veins in my left leg, which are, on the whole, fine. Good to know. Hopefully, with medication and another visit to the doc on Thursday, I’ll be sans thrombophlebitis soon.
Some nasty things have such cool names.

4. I have a Department of Education interview on Wednesday. Eeek. Employment and career dictating conversations are not my thing. I’m fairly confident that it will all go fine, and that to reject a trained special education/primary teacher willing to work in the western suburbs, the interviewers would have to be extreemly revolted by me, but it’s a tad nerveracking all the same.

Third and finally, I wish to make an announcement. I regret to announce that, though as I said, six years is far too short a time to spend among you, this is the end. I am going.
I am leaving now.
Goodbye.