Home Base

It feels so strange to be back. It's only been, oh, 3 hours since I stepped back into this house. But somehow I don't feel the ease that's supposed to come with being at home. It seems counter-intuitive, and I'm wondering if it has anything to do with the fact that I've only spent 5 summers here - as opposed to my 5 years (and then some) in Sydney - or if I have grown so accustomed to being on the move that being in a "base" now feels weird.

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Tokyo - NY - Sao Paulo - Curitiba - Buenos Aires - Recife - Rio de Janeiro - NY - Chicago - Boston

The past month has been an amazing whirlwind. The places, people, music, language (oh how I love Portuguese), friendships.. and a little bit more. I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to fully reflect on the entirety of the past 5 weeks, or ever really take it all in, to begin with. But it's not really something that words on a blog could ever truly convey.

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I'm still somewhat disoriented from my final week of travel. Giddy. It's cliched, and corny, to say it was a dream - fuck yeah, it was anything but. It was real. As much as traipsing aimlessly around London wasn't. I'm still struggling to comprehend the impossible reality that this actually happened in.. 6 days. (You've got to be kidding me.)

What a feeling.

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Currently listening to: Brighter Than Sunshine | Aqualung

Damn this is growing on me.