I didn't come home once in the three years I spent in Australia. This was partly down to thinking 'it's ok I'll be heading home in June/ when my visa is up/ for my Gran's birthday...' There's nothing to gain in mentioning why I did eventually come home, but luckily it did mean I made it to my nan's birthday.
Australia was and is a wonderful place, I remember a friend recouting her trip before I went, and seemed dumbstruck when saying '...the light there is different, everything shimmers.' and I believe we lost her for 5 minutes while she transported herself back there. It's always stuck as it is just so true. I can't say for definite that that's it for me and Australia, we had a good run and have parted as friends and who knows, maybe I'll be back there for a long spell once again. However, one thing I did miss on this side of the world is the option to jump on a cheap flight to Europe for *insert length of stay* and in particular to my favourite place, Norway.
This trip was even more exciting as, not only did it involve catching up with the family, but after months/years of my friends and total strangers listening to my near hysterical '...guys, GUYS! Look! LOOK! I'm going to go up there!...' I actually did it and hiked up to Preikestolen - Pulpit Rock - and I can't fricking wait to get up there again.
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