I'm Back.

How I hate uttering those words. Sure, it was nice to be home .. for about an hour and then I was itching to be back. Back in the cramped and sometimes smelly hostel dorm rooms occupied by every culture, the little corner shops with their jaffa milkshakes that I've missed since being in Australia, back feeling like I'm doing something ever so slightly out of my comfort zone and how this will then lead to more daring + amazing trips overseas.


Tomorrow it will officially have been a week since I landed on home turf. In this week I have literally done nothing but watch TV and hang around the house with Brad. It's been good having all this time with him after spending three weeks with just occasional, quick phone calls. I just hate this restless feeling. I'm not ready to go back to reality.

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