So, you hop a plane or three for 24 hours and you arrive back to the place where you began. You've seen much more of the world than you could have ever imagined but instantly, you are transported back to the home that made you. It feels good but weird. But with me, everything is weird.
I was talking to my Mom about how I have a hard time remembering the past. Not in a delusional sense where I don't acknowledge it but in the sense that I just feel like I have evolved beyond it to the point where I can't mentally cope with it. See, I warned you about the weirdness.
This has been a good visit. I just get very thrown off when I have no routine, even for a short time. I start to mentally turn into mush. I feel insecurities creep up and I become very self loathing. It's bad.
Good news is, I have had cake, Dr. Pepper, Wendy's, Whataburger, and tons of other foods that I wanted. The bad news is, I am going to have to run like a fool at the gym upon returning to Sydney. I still have fried okra on the list which is today's plan. Yes, my daily plan revolves around food.
For now, I will go and ponder life more as I have no sleep schedule. Oh well.