Today is my last day in dear ol' Melbourne for a while. I'm off to see my boy in London and meet his new love's family. They don't know that she is coming home with him (after 8 years!) to live here in 2015, so I must remember not to mention the war, as it were. I'm leaving my darling girl, who is mourning the loss of her partner (not because he's dead, just because he's a bastard) and has moved back into the family home. I'm leaving her in the gentle hands of her gorgeous step-sisters, but I'm Torn, just like our Natalie said. I want to stay. Heartbreak is awful. I feel so helpless.