"...well, I'm going home, back to the place where I belong, and where your love has always been enough for me..."
The time has come for me to go home soon and I am ready. What am I ready for? I am ready for my Mom to make me food. I am ready for my Dad to tell some lame joke and then poke me in the side because he knows that it pisses me off. I am ready for my brother Joe, to pretend that I don't exist and then lovingly call me a douche bag. I am ready for my brother, Andrew to try and act like he doesn't love me and then, when his friends aren't looking, give me a hug. I am ready to drive my car and listen to music. I am ready to see my dog and have him urinate on himself, with excitement,when I walk in the front door. I am ready to watch TV. I am ready to feel a sense of normalcy that I lack here. I am ready to sleep in a familiar bed. I am ready to go home! I love Australia and it has been an amazing experience but in this moment, I just need a break. A break back to normal. This year has been amazing. Some people write to me and say that I seem different and happier here than I ever was before and I don't know that that is true but I do know that I have taken leaps here in regards to trying to live life a little less planned. I've had adventures that I never expected and been to places that I really never thought I would see. Inevitably, an experience like this changes you and I feel that I walk away from it the same person but with different perspectives. I guess that time will tell how Australia has molded me but in the meantime, next Friday, I have a 42 hour trek back home to Pensacola and I am ready.
(The windiest day that I have experienced in Sydney)
(The wind knocked me down or I am searching for gold, you choose)