To Get Married or to Have a Child?

These were my only two options to be able to stay in Brazil. but as I’m coming home in a matter of weeks, everyone will be happy to know that we decided against both options. At the time I made the decision to come home, or rather, I was told that I had to go home (getting married/ pregnant were never really viable options) I didn’t feel any particular way. It just seemed as though the inevitable now had a date. I was getting my hair cut last night when I came to the thought of how horrible the feeling will be when I only have 2 weeks left here, only to realise that my days are actually already limited to 13. What happened and where did the time go I don’t know. I worry that I’ll arrive in Australia only to look around and ask myself how the hell I got back there so quickly and what on earth am I doing without Enrico? I would like to stay here, probably more than I would like to go back, but at the end of the day choice isn’t a factor in the situation. An early offer from the University of Queensland last week excited me sufficiently to know that I’ll be busy enough to get on with everything back in Aus, without thinking to much about what’s going on here, not to mention my entire family in Aus. Still, in saying that, each day that passes leaves my heart just that little bit tighter, pumping faster and loving harder, all in preparation for the heartbreaking end.