Bec and Chris are leaving tonight. I wish I was too. I'm so unbelievebly home sick. So ready to go back to the sunshine and the warmth. To my paradise where the trees don't all grow straight and people talk with a rich bush twang. To a place where I can see my family whenever I want. Where people come over for a barbie and no one suggests playing board games. I could live here every day for the rest of my life and I'd still be a skippy on the inside. It's who I am.

We're going home in September. I know I have to wait. We don't have money for the tickets. Or the visa. Or anything else. I have to wait. But I'm going crazy.

I don't think anyone - especially Obi's family - realise exactly how much I'm giving up for that boy.

Bec's catching on though. She was talking to me about it the other day... I'm going to miss her so hard. She's a pain in my arse, but she's still my best friend. She asked to be more involved with the wedding stuff. She can't wait for us to come home either.

Obi feels guilty for it every day. But that doesn't get us anywhere. People are all like "someone has to move" "just go back and visit" but really they haven't got a clue. It he worth it? Yes, of course. Do I regret it? Never. Do I wish we'd been able to just say goodbye to each other? Sometimes. When you're from the best place on earth, it's hard to live anywhere else. That's just how it is.

I'm not looking forward to tonight.

I love my family.