Coming home
Being in Melbourne again, hurts. There are people here I really really love and don’t want to leave behind again. I hear it’s common to get culture shock when you get back home. I think I skipped that, because firstly I’ve had that before after returning from months of hitchhiking and hanging out with yogis, and secondly I know I’m not staying.
But, I had pretty high expectations of being here. I thought every day I’d be hanging out with friends drinking beer, drinking coffee, having brunch etc etc etc… For the most part that’s pretty much what I’ve been doing, but I really do get exhausted by people and organizing meeting them. I need to be able to take it for granted that they’ll be there for another day we can hang out. If only everything could just be done on a whim.
I feel like having a midnight picnic on a warm night, but I just know it’ll be only me if I try to round people up at the last minute. Ah well, I refuse to plan it in advance or even think about it. I will whimsically buy wine and drink myself to sleep in a park on my own if I have to.
In some ways it’s great to be working from home now for the last of my stay here. It gives me a something to do other then mope about time and everyones busy schedules. I do like moping though.
It’ll be a good next week and a half.
Categories: Travel
Tags: Melbourne, moping, Travel
Comments: 3 Comments.
We love you too. I’m going to miss you when you go back.
It’s good that you synched your trip back with Caf’s visit too. I’m sure you all had a good time catching up!
How did the spontaneous picnic work out, by the way? Having a solo picnic is perfectly suitable, just so you know… ;D
It’s been great being here with Caf, many hugs.
Haven’t had a picnic yet, still may.