So here I am, sitting at the airport waiting the 2 hours til my flight takes off. It seems like I’ve done this flight a million times: Brisbane to Sydney probably the most common of my adventures around the world, but it’s the first time It’s ever felt like this. The feeling is hard to describe, the butterflys in my stomach suggesting that it still hasn't made up it’s mind if I am leaving or returning home and I am left reflecting on the adventure that has been.

A few weeks ago it became perfectly clear I was in a lot of trouble.... the problem with cancer is that even if you survive, often you are left with little more than a shred of a livelihood left. That trouble was in the form of inability to maintain the financial commitments I was involved in, especially that of paying off both a $20,000 chemotherapy debt and still afford rent, meals, phone and power/internet. I'm a proud person, I don't deal well with hand outs and I will never ask for them. I've survived through all this crap once before and will happily independently do it again. With sickness benifits barely even covering the medical loan repayments and work no longer holding a position for me, shit really was at it's worse. I could survive... but when my situation would effect others... namely the housemates who I would consider family, I had to make a decision in everyones best interest and not be a financial burden on them to move out.

This was made possible by the kindness of  luketh and  jesad who have taken me in and are helping me get on my feet... I could write for hours how amazingly great these guys are... but Im sure anyone who ever knows them knows already.

And then, last week... everything came together. The moving company I originally enquired with had a backrun space available for half of what everyone was asking to move, the catch was it was to depart in 5 days... I had to pack up my entire life and move within less than a week. Packing certainly left me limited time to say goodbye to everyone... I know I missed a lot of people and they are hurt... I'm very sorry for that.

In addition, I sent out (blindly) applications to a few lasertag centres in sydney... to recieve a phonecall back within 5 minutes from one of the more larger ones offering me an interview tomorrow... The prospect of a job within 1 day of being here, certainly has lifted my spirits.

And so, within a week... things have gone from absolute worse to a renewed and great high for me. I am with people I love, hopefully doing the thing I love and starting a brand new adventure... hopefully a second, second chance at a new life.

-Drake