So I am back home in Australia.

I returned safely home to a rather large party that had beautiful signs up for me at the airport.

Not truly sure how I feel about being back.

I am sooooo happy to see family and friends again. But PMB is still home, as I hear myself constantly referring to it in stories.

I have changed, but I have come back to something that hasn’t necessarily done the same. Things have been pretty stable for everyone back here, where I feel my life has been sort of torn apart and put back together. I’m not sure how to fit the new me back with the old me.

Ow… in the title… it hurts a little still, I miss my PMB home, I miss my friends and family over there. I miss just being whoever I want to be and not what I am expected to be.

But it was always going to be this way… I think it’s called culture shock and I am going through it slowly.

But I do love this sunburnt country, it’s just going to take some getting used to.

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