Oh I miss it so much. How can u possibly love a place that much that u can practicly feel the heat on ur skin when there's meter deep snow outside my window? I'm a smelly person in that I remember loads of stuff in smells, Australia is rocks, gum trees, man sweat, rollies, rutten animal (when in the outback), salty sea, heat, hot skin, sun screen (the cheap one from woolies) and so so so much more.
I wanna go baaaaaaaaaaaaaaack, but I know its not worth it. It'll never be as good as the first time. And now I'm only remembering the good things, forgetting about homesickness and lack of money, too much drink too often (which is in a way indeed a good thing)...
But anyhow its horrible being home. And now my lovely picky picken has gone and got on with his fun. And me I'm just turning in to a way to hateful person that I dont even recognize as myself anymore. Oh what to do, what to do, what am I really gonna do?
I'll tell u what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna write a book, and then I'm gonna go and visit Anne in Nice, and then I'm gonna go work at Disney in Paris and then I'm just gonna keep going, wherever I end up, what ever I feel like, go with whatever hunch or feeling I might get. And it'll be absolutely brilliant. And best of all I wont need u.
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