I'm coming home, I'm coming home,
Tell the world I'm coming home,
Let the rain wash away,
All the pain of yesterday
A beautiful and warm homecoming to come back to.
Thanks mom and dad.
Those 8 hours of my life in the plane from Melbourne – Kuala Lumpur was and another 1 hour from Kuala Lumpur – Penang was by far the worst journey of my life. Leaving Australia was the hardest thing to do.
I spent the bulk of my whole flight crying to sleep, waking up, crying again, listening to my iPod, falling asleep, woken up to eat the inboard meal, cried again to sleep, woke up, made friends on the plane (like I always do) and cried again to sleep, woke up and cried again.
It's beautiful. I need to get used to this.
Why do I still feel so empty? 🙁
Don't wanna sound like a whiny bitch; but I'm seriously homesick.
When you spend half a year of your life finally discovering where you belong, no where else feels the same.
Everywhere I go I see you. Everything I do reminds me of everything I did back in Australia. I miss you so much it's dreadful. Talking to anyone reminds me of my amazing Aussie mates on and off rez. I don't feel like doing anything. I'm sweating from the crazy weather that I need to re-adjust myself back to as well.
Countdown : 67 days till my return to Australia
Gawd, please let it not feel like fucking forever Please.