Perfect Night's

{saying your goodbyes}

Moving to Australia was hard enough knowing that I had to leave everything behind, everyone behind, just move on for my mums sake.I wanted to stay, I begged and pleeded.I liked New Zealand I liked my kiwi family (only because it was dads side of the family), but no we have to move to Australia.I have very fond memory's of Australia living there till I was 5 then leaving and going back 10 years later to a different part were we knew no one and had stuck up posh family who think there to good for everyone but them selves.

Saying goodbye was hard.Waking up at 2:30am and having an hour to get ready was just hard.waiting for Grand Pop to arrive. Ignoring Mum the whole time trying to savor the last few minutes with my Dad and Aunty's. Knowing I'm not going to be able to see them for quiet a while. Getting dressed in warm weather clothes wearing short shorts, tank top, hightops and a loose black cardigan. Throughing my ash blond dead straight hair back in a messy casual ponytail. Trying not to cry as Grand Pop pulls up. I drop all my stuff and jump into my fathers arms hugging him tight in a 'I'm never letting go' kind of way, whilst wiping tears from my face trying not to smudge my eyeliner. I stop and turn around to my Aunty Denny and hug he tight crying and giggling as she whispers to me "just make sure they never posh up my Maori peri" I let go and turn to my mother, grabbing my stuff and pushing past her placing my bags into the back of the 4X4 giving my Dad one more generously tight hug I walk to the front seat of the car and plug my ear phones in and play hilltop hoods 'The Nosebleed Section'blasting through my brain shutting out the world.