So here I am, sat in Sydney international airport, a bundle of nerves and possibly underlying excitement for my long journey ahead. A journey I expect will take 2 weeks from start to finish. My first trip home in 11 months. It seems like forever ago I sat in Heathrow Airport writing my thoughts on heading away and I guess it was. I’m not entirely sure why the butterflies have take over but they have. Maybe its because I am expecting to go home and find everything changed when I know somewhere deep inside, it won’t have. The only thing that will have changed - me.
Its strange to have so many reflections on almost a year away from home especially since I was always such a homebody. I still am in a way. Creature comforts and wild eyed dreams are part of the fabric that makes me.This was why I chose the name ‘Reluctant Wanderlust’. A conflicting story of my desire to travel the world but do what is right is societies eyes and settle into the same routines as 90% of the world. Opposite sides of the same coin.
Heightened emotion is all I am feeling right now. A sense that at any time I could burst into tears of a fit of laughter all while trying to remember my home life and what it was like, without tinting it with rose coloured glasses or painting it a dark shade and doing the same for my life abroad. I guess going home is just another adventure.
So here is to the next two weeks. Time spent with loved ones, an adventure to Scandinavia and my ultimate return to a life lived abroad.