My movie moment at the airport did not turn out the way I expected it to... I arrived and no one was there and all I could think was "Sweet, I survived the airplane and my family died in a car crash on the way to get me". I took my baggage cart, steered it out of the crowds, plopped myself down on my bag and waited. My family did turn up about 5 minutes later... they were all taking a bathroom break (haha what the!?) and mum blamed dad for parking SO far away.
I arrived home to a brand new bedroom (courtesy of dad, and ky) and a heck of a lot of good cooking (also courtesy of dad). I'm basically back to normal, aside from the very frustrating jet lag (what to do when i wake up at 3am and cannot for the life of me get back to bed!). Today I baked the most beautiful cupcakes in all the world and I've been writing letters to N and A that are set to send in the mail as soon as i get the stamps. Home feels nice (so nice!) and Europe seems like a dream... just like I knew it would. I feel like a part of me has been left behind... a little bit in Schladming and the other bit in Lancashire. Even though I am surrounded by people I feel a bit lonely without A and N. I think about them all the time and keep half expecting that they are about to run through the door. I miss them more then I could have imagined. I cannot wait to be reunited in the summer. HURRY UP AND GET HERE!!!!
I now know that even though I may not be inclined to backpack through Europe again, I am definitely addicted to Europe in general and will definitely be heading back. In fact, I believe that travelling may be one of my raisons d'etre.
Until next time...
J
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