Yesterday I had an interesting thought...at least, I thought it was interesting. I was visiting Michelle, a friend I met in Australia, at Tufts, her home uni. Needless to say we were having attacks of nostalgia left and right as we reminisced about our semester Down Under which, incredibly, is almost a month in the past. As we walked through Davis Square draped in the last weak rays of the setting winter sun, I quite jokingly commented that the sun was leaving us and our part of the world and heading for Australia (an idea which provoked even more sentimental whining and wistful squeals). As I think more about that idea, though, it's not really such a joke. The sun that pours through my bedroom windows, melts the ice on my driveway, and warms Nashville to near-boiling temperatures each August for move-in day at Vandy is, in fact, the very same sun that reflects off the Brisbane river, overlooks the outback, and heats the beaches of Queensland every day. Each evening as it leaves the US...
...it brings a new morning to Australia.
I realize this link between myself and Oz is tenuous at best, but when you're 10,000 miles away from one of the places you love you need to work with what you've got! Especially this week, which has seen me missing Australia even more than usual, it is surprisingly comforting to me, albeit in an odd way, to think that I am forever and always tied to that beautiful "sunburned country" by the constant and trustworthy cycle of the sun.
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