God Damn It.

I'm tired and unwell and confused and maybe even a little bit angry, but mostly I'm upset and I just want a hug and someone to talk to.

Well, well, well...

The past 18 days were some of the best of my life. My second Contiki tour was the perfect antidote to the slump I was in before I left for it. The only down side to being so deliriously happy so consistently is that going home gives me a massive case of PCD (post contiki depression). It also makes me feel like what I'm living now isn't my real life. It feels like I've put everything on hold to run off to the other side of the world as a form of procrastinating deciding what I should be doing with my real life back home on Australia. And that's what it boils down to for me, yes I enjoy living here, I love living with my family over here and I adore that the longest I go without seeing some of them is two weeks, not two years, but Australia is home and I miss it. I miss my parents, and my little sister, and my friends and my freedom and my car and I miss having a life in motion, not in stasis.