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My shoes and the lower part of my sweatpants were muddy and wet, I had my hair tied up roughly in a ponytail. I seriously looked like seven difficult years, and I smelled! I smelled like that old house, mold and moth powder. Everyone was staring at me and my trolley full of bags. I tried to avoid eye-contact with people walking past. I felt like a homeless person, and it was not a pleasant feeling.  

I wanted and tried to be invisible, so I reached for my book to read. But most of the time I just used it to look busy. I didn't want anyone to talk to me, there were so much strange people. You know, that weird looking people you see pictures of on Facebook, in weird outfits, that is shopping at Walmart. That kind of people. (No judgment)!

This was the most bogan town I've ever been to! I am not kidding when I say that people looked like they just got of the tractor and had the bright idea of going in to town for some early morning shopping, in overalls, dirty clothes and so on... So I should actually have fitted right in! 

But let us take this from the beginning. 

I woke up by three firm knocks on my door and the door opened. 

"Maria, are you up?"

"Yes, I'm up." (Not really).

"How are you feeling today? You don't have to come down to the stables if you're in too much pain?"

 Oh God(!)... It's now or never!"

 “Tim, I am so sorry. I have been awake the whole night thinking about this. I don't think I can do this."

"...."

"This is too much for me to handle, I can't do this all by myself, I thought I could, but I can't. And I'm sorry."

"Will you stay the rest of the week?”

(OHH, HEEELL NO!!)

"No, I think I need to get back to Sydney quickest possible so I can find another farm work and also so that you'll have time to find someone else you can train that can run this place meanwhile you're in the U.S." 

I pressed every button I could to make him think that this was going to benefit him, and that he didn't want me there. I was so happy the room was dark so I couldn't see his eyes. I didn't want to see his reaction. I didn't even want to be in the same room.

"Hm, ok, I could probably drop you off at the train station in two days or so.."

(In two days or so?? Is he kidding me??)

"Well, I might be able to ask someone to come and get me. And then if you could drop me in town or maybe in the end of the road if that would work for you? Cause there's no GPS-signals here."

"Hm.. Yeah, we'll see when I'm done in the stables today.." 

He stepped out of my room and I sunk down in my bed again. I was drenched in sweat from top to toe of being so nervous. I could finally breathe. I was sort of on my way out of there. I hadn't said anything about that I've already spoken to Harry to come and get me. 

Another three knocks, Tim stepped in to my room again.

"Mum is leaving for town if you want a lift. But she's leaving in 10 minutes."

"Okay, yeah but I can go with her, that would be great."

I tried to not sound too excited.

Tim stepped out again. I waited until I couldn't hear his footsteps in the hall anymore.

It got quiet. It was like the universe stood still. I was on my way out of this place! Unbelievable!!

PING, reality check!! I now had about 7 minutes until Tim's mum was leaving... And I hadn't even started packing yet!!

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!!"

I was running around in my room like a maniac, throwing things down into my bags, scraping of all my facial products from the shelf into my bag. Everything was a mess! Couldn't care less! No time for change of clothes, I had to leave in what I had slept in. It couldn't be too bad!? Ahh, whoooo cares!? I am getting out of here!! Thousands of thoughts running through my mind. Dragged one bag out after the other. Ah, I need to pack that one, oh and that one, and I can't forget about that! 

Finally I had gotten all of my bags out from that big creepy house and into the car. And we were heading in to town. 

Ha! It's not over yet!

She drove like she'd stolen the car!

Okay, as you know I grew up with brothers and we all have a genuine interest when it comes to cars, and we all like speed. But this, this was something else. At the same time as I was a bit concerned about my own life when we almost hit a cow in 70km/h, I was also a bit intrigued about her driving. I mean, she wasn't the youngest flower in the field and she was driving like an old race driver. It was kind of exciting, and at the same time extremely frightening! One hour out to the main road, and another hour in to town. At least out on the road we had speed limits.

After 2 hours of driving we finally came to a Shopping Centre. She dropped me and all my bags off, and told me to get a trolley for them, because obviously I wouldn't be able to carry them all by myself. She wished me good luck and off she went. And there I stood, with my trolley, full of bags. 

Wait a minute. Had I dreamed this whole thing? This was so surreal, it couldn't really sink in that I had gotten out of there. Couple of hours ago I was lying in bed crying to my family, and here I was now, on the sidewalk with 4 types of big bags, trying to fit them into a trolley. 

I headed in to the Shopping Centre to see if I could find a café that was open. Because there wasn't really any time for me that morning to have any breakfast. I was still going through in my mind if I had forgotten anything. Not that it mattered now. But still, as an organized person of things I always keep lists in my head of where I put stuff and what I bring to places.

Perfect! Found a café and ordered some breakfast. And here I was, sitting, waiting, hiding behind my book. I counted hours, minutes and seconds until Harry would arrive.

It is so interesting how incredibly "on the go" you can be when you are waiting for someone, and it feels like the clock is running slower and slower. You just want to get going. But in this case, after all what I've been through the three last days. I was so calm. It was such a relief to sit amongst people, weird people, but at least there were more than three people. And, I had cell reception! I didn't have to worry anymore. I was soon on my way home.

And as I was thinking just that thought, I saw him. Harry was walking towards me. I've never been happier in my entire life! Finally this nightmare was over!

I know, and promised myself as we drove out of that carpark, to never ever, ever again come back to that God-forgotten place.

I was on my way home.