Well, I suppose that's it, isn't it? Working, saving, planning, dreaming, and now, going home. It's been a funny little experience for me actually, I think I have felt almost every emotion in the book, both the good and the bad. I've stood in places I never thought I'd stand. I've met some amazing people, and some less desirable ones. I've heard accent after accent, always smiling when I hear an Aussie through the crowd. It all comes down to this; Europe has given me all I had hoped it would... But Melbourne is home. I think I'll come back over here once I have another language or two behind me, maybe live for a while in France or Germany... Perhaps both, but I'll always end up back home.
What will I do when I get home? I will have some Vegemite on toast, I'll use the washing machine, I'll jump on my bed, I'll cuddle my cat and dog, I'll open my wardrobe and see that I have more than two outfits to choose from, I'll phone Trent as soon as I get into the airport, I'll attack Ash with hugs and kisses, I'll cry when I see Mum and Dad...
And then I'll hop right to it and begin planning my next trip.
Every time you go away you'll appreciate coming home even more.Keep planning and keep writing.
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