Time to Return Home.
As I flew, the coastline twinkled with bright lights and I could almost fool myself that I was flying back to Brisbane from another weekend away. Almost. As my flight lowered, the lights of Fort Meyers, Florida twinkled up at me welcoming me home from my five-month adventure. I wasn’t going back to Brisbane, Sydney, Melbourne, or Cairns and that was okay. It has been said that reverse culture shock is something that takes getting used to, but I disagree. As I sit in my kitchen now it feels as if my trip had all been a long dream, or that my life was just put on pause while I traveled and grew as a person. My house is still the same, my parents are the same, and my bed is the same (thank god, I really missed it), and I have experienced so many new places and had wonderful adventures at each of them that I wouldn’t trade for the world. Coming home is not sad for me because I will always cherish the memories I made in Australia and because I know the adventure is not over, just put on pause for now. Aussie I will be back, but for the time being I’m going to sit back, relax, and reflect on the eye opening journey I have had.