I’m still working on the name but it’s been over a week since I returned home. It’s very odd; it’s like constant déjà vu which is making me a little uneasy.
|Welcome to an English summer|
The flight back went as well as could be expected. On the long hall flight I was able to have two seats to myself so I could snuggle down and get some sleep. The transfer was… interesting. Whoever designed the airport decided it would be a good idea to put transfer flights at opposite ends of the airport. 25 minutes of near running through an airport and I was at a gate and boarding my next flight. This one was shorter but it didn’t feel it as it was light and the plane was full so there was no room to get comfy. After 8 hours of being a flying can of sardines I touched down in a familiar green and pleasant land. My father and brother met me at the airport and then we started the car ride home. It rained. What a surprise.
Returning back to my parents’ house was odd but comfortingly familiar. I moved back into the room that I have never decorated since my parents bought the place in 2008. There never seemed to be any point since I wasn’t going to be there more than a month or two at any time. It’s purple.
I started my journey home on Tuesday and arrived Wednesday. I tried to stay up as late as possible but at about 8pm I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer and went to bed. I only managed a few hours sleep till I was wide awake at 1am and stayed that way till about 4.
Thursday I spent with my brother which was nice. Friday I spent at home with the cat as everyone else was at work. I did however get dragged to the pub in the evening to see 3 of my old friends. They laughed at my accent which is apparently hilarious.
Saturday I went out shopping with my mum because I’m cool. I actually wanted some flats as I only brought back my favourite shoes which are all heals or boots! In the evening I went to one of my best friends and we stayed up late catching up on all topics. During my jet lag induced awake time in the middle of the night I found a large spider. I only saw 3 large spiders in the house all year in Australia but I haven’t even been back a week here I’ve found one! I evicted it for her as she’s terrified of them.
The following morning she dragged me into town to see a pair of boots that were my size that she loved and even though her big feet wouldn’t fit them, she wanted someone she knew to own them. So I tried these boots on and they were huge! I told her she was a plonker for looking at these boots for weeks but assuming they wouldn’t fit. She tried them on and surprise surprise they fitted her perfectly. So she bought them. Typical.
Monday I slept a lot. I have gotten over the jet lag enough that I can now sleep through the night but I still can’t stay up late. Since I had been up late twice in a row I slept in this morning and was rather impressed that I could. Tuesday was rather similar. I finished unpacking and I sorted through some of the junk that was in my room.
Wednesday I went into town to see another old friend. It was lots of fun wandering round the shops with her. However I was reminded how dull it is here. I don’t mean metaphorically dull, I mean literally dull. It was bright enough to need sunglasses but it wasn’t sunny, it was just bright. The light just fell out of the sky and settled on anything that it met as a film of white dust. This mutes all the colours, or maybe the colours were already muted, either way everything is cream or dark green. Well despite the absence of colour or sunshine, I still enjoyed spending time with my friend. Both of us have been through so much this year and yet we can find comfort in knowing that we have each other no matter what.
|Look at that face|
Thursday I went to work with mum and fed the animals she works with. I liked the axolotls best. We also met up with a family friend who lives in Edinburgh but was in the area for the day so we went for lunch. It was nice, the family friend is more like a second mother too me, imagine lunch with two mothers! Especially since I haven’t had any mothers around for a year. Surprisingly I survived but I was a zombie by the end of the day.
So here I am at Friday. I’ve been in the country a little over a week and its taking more getting used to than I thought. The jet lag is lingering as is the noticeable loss of sunshine. Maybe it will be better when I have my own place to live and can get about under my own steam. A little more control over my life would be nice. I feel like I am just going through the motions here and not actually having any sway on the matter. I don’t mean to complain, I like being back and seeing all my old friends, but I miss my Australian ones. I miss being able to send a text and within half an hour be in a cocktail bar with some of my nearest or dearest. I miss the spontaneity of that life. Everything here has to be planned way in advance. It’s frustrating. I also feel like I was just settled into my life in Australia, I liked the person I was and where I was headed so to be ripped from that while so many things were left half done and unfinished. Things I wanted to do, people I wanted to know more, achievements just coming into reach that I now can’t grasp, it makes it hard not to see moving back to England as a step backwards.