After 364 days of volunteering, working and traveling through 10 different countries - I'm home. I'll be honest, I was feeling pretty anxious yesterday morning (or was it this morning? The time travel situation still has me baffled) as I was leaving Fiji, bound for Vancouver. At first my anxiety puzzled me. Home implies a place that's familiar, constant - nothing to be nervous about, right? But then it hit me: while traveling I've grown so accustomed to the unfamiliar that the idea of being somewhere I know so well had me kind of freaked out.
Whatever the cause, my nerves dissipated the minute I saw my parents at the airport. Seeing them, riding in the car, sitting on the couch in our living room enjoying one of my Dad's famous chocolate milkshakes... it's like I never left. And while I plan on returning to Australia in about a month to continue my working holiday visa (and probably keep traveling after that) I plan on savoring every moment of this familiarity that can only come from being home.
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| Greeted with roses from my lovely parents at YVR! |
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| My dad had this printed at work. Actually awesome. |
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