What does it feel like to go home?

I arrived in Australia October 28, 2009.

I depart Australia May 22, 2010.

Wow, I did it. Nearly seven months, I did it. I did it. I did it!

I am so proud of myself, I achieved respect, gained friendships, made life changing decisions daily and I'm coming home safe. (Well a couple scratches, a few bites, but only minor. Managed to stay away from the spiders and snakes!) So what does it feel like to go home? A relief.

Home

A bed guaranteed to be home, a real home, a home I can always go back to no matter what. Comfort, my family and friends, hugs. Not living out of a backpack. Not eating meals alone. I am so happy, so excited, that I am not getting much sleep in the night.

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To be honest, I have felt more alone the closer I get to going home. These last few days, anticipation lingers and utterly leaves you disappointed. In the sense that as you count down your time left in Oz, your still alone for that much longer.

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But conformity comes with traveling, and my travels have not ended. While I am sure to find myself content while in Atlanta, my venture continues nine days later. On June 1 I move to England with Matt (not to forget a small 4 day trip to Ireland with my girls Deborah and Trish to get the European party started). I will not technically be a backpacker anymore, we will be stationary in a town outside of London about 1.5 hrs Southwest of the city, then we will move into London come fall for him to start his MBA.

Home

What does this mean? I go home, then I start a life in a new home. My life adventure continues, and I could not be happier.

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