Homesick & Honeymoon

My experience of the last month was packed with extremes...

Abundances of rain, buses, time, love, bands, yearning, road rules, morning fry ups, camping and pints.

I miss driving, dimsims, my dazzling mates and my beautiful dancing sister...

I even miss Woolworths. It's pure tragic! ! Being a local somewhere is something I took for granted. English speaking yes, but everything here is so foreign.
There's no tongs in the kitchen..
There's no packets of French onion soup in the shops... (Can't make cob loaf!! )
The beetroot here tastes funky, and buses are bright red.
It's excitingly different and homesick inducing all at once.


On the flip side..
I've met some amazing people, fallen in love and seen splendid sights.


It's bizarre having time. One would think with 5 months to chillout, that I'd have some plan or idea of what's next.. I haven't a fucking clue!!


Life is grand, it's early days yet.