So this is it.

It's our last night in OZ.

It's been a great past few days - connecting with family and friends, revisiting favorite places, exploring new ones.

It's a bittersweet feeling. It's really hard to imagine not going to random mid-week Altona markets with Uncle John and Aunt Buelah. It's hard not to think next weekend we'll go out to breakfast with Ally and Anthony. No more meeting Lou and Reub for pizza. No riding on the 96 with Amber and Lee to go to church. No heading out to the farm to see Uncle Peter & Aunt Cheryl. This is the end of spur-of-the moment trips to Bells. The end of sunsets through the palm trees. So many lasts that didn't feel at the time as significant as they were.

Here goes nothing.