The flights are booked, and i’m finally coming home! The round the world journey took nearly 14 months. I passed through 16 countries (including Australia). I have been travelling always west and usually north, and the flight home (New York – San Francisco – Auckland – Sydney), will top off the journey with a complete circumnavigation of the globe.
Now that it’s the end, it seems like no time at all had passed. In the beginning I was counting the weeks away from home, then the months, but now it’s just a big blur.
I hope everyone has enjoyed reading my blog so far, to keep track of the places i’ve been that I haven’t been able to tell you about in person.
There are still a lot of stories and photos that have been unsaid, things you haven’t read about yet, like the time I overheard an English backpacker arguing with an angry Thai prostitute in the hotel room next to mine, our car crash in a Canadian snowstorm, the Cambodian motorcyclist who stopped to pick up a gigantic python slithering across the road.
Stuff I didn’t write because I couldn’t get to a computer, or because I didn’t find the time. I’m going to go back and type out the rest of it, slowly but surely (and a great way to have a written memory of my experiences!).
Being away for so long, and constantly moving so many times has become my lifestyle, and I find it difficult to remember what I can expect to come back to.
I’ve been trying to recall simple things, like how much a litre of milk would cost at Woolies, how long the train takes from Sydney to Chatswood, the names of streets, bars, restaurants, and what clothes I own that are packed away and I just flat out can’t remember!
I’ve read it’s common to feel post-travel blues after a long trip, but at the same time, there’s no place like home!