Like an anchor has been cut, and I've been left to wander, freely. Touch the skies with my fingertips. Weightless. I guess this is what being a cherub must be like. To fly freely, with nothing to hold you down, and no worries to frustrate you...
Of course, I guess this is then a rather inaccurate representation of my situation seeing as I SHOULD actually be worried for this floaty sensation, that is the lack of an anchor on my wallet. =/ There is now a somewhat wide gaping hole where cash should have once been...
Good news (maybe?) and salutations, I'll be dropping in on my favourite country in December. =) After much trials and tribulations with the booking, the worrying, and the incomprehensible screeching of my mother about university offers, I have finally gotten my flight booking and will be ready to drop in on some of the best people in the world. :P
But you know, the strange thing is...I wasn't sure if I wanted to come back. Normally I am more than excited to head back to the one place that's home, and to this day still is. It's not that I've gotten used to Australia. Will I ever get used to Perth? Somehow, I doubt it. Every day will be a challenge to get through. To look forward to the day when I can once again stretch my wings and wake up- a new day in another place to feel homesick, strange, but happy as well. Of course, the thought of a 40 degree summer contributes as well. =P
But this once, the thought crossed my mind, and I began to doubt. I will come back. For the family that I miss, the friends that I love, and for the culture that's brought me up to be different from the rest of the world. But...it's time for a new place to travel to. To decrease the visits back home a little bit, and look forward to a time when I can look at that line on the map and say 'I wish I was home again'.
Of course, I guess this is then a rather inaccurate representation of my situation seeing as I SHOULD actually be worried for this floaty sensation, that is the lack of an anchor on my wallet. =/ There is now a somewhat wide gaping hole where cash should have once been...
Good news (maybe?) and salutations, I'll be dropping in on my favourite country in December. =) After much trials and tribulations with the booking, the worrying, and the incomprehensible screeching of my mother about university offers, I have finally gotten my flight booking and will be ready to drop in on some of the best people in the world. :P
But you know, the strange thing is...I wasn't sure if I wanted to come back. Normally I am more than excited to head back to the one place that's home, and to this day still is. It's not that I've gotten used to Australia. Will I ever get used to Perth? Somehow, I doubt it. Every day will be a challenge to get through. To look forward to the day when I can once again stretch my wings and wake up- a new day in another place to feel homesick, strange, but happy as well. Of course, the thought of a 40 degree summer contributes as well. =P
But this once, the thought crossed my mind, and I began to doubt. I will come back. For the family that I miss, the friends that I love, and for the culture that's brought me up to be different from the rest of the world. But...it's time for a new place to travel to. To decrease the visits back home a little bit, and look forward to a time when I can look at that line on the map and say 'I wish I was home again'.
The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one's own country as a foreign land. - G.K. Chesterton
So...looking forward to seeing you all again in December. =)
Mishy <3
Mishy <3
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