The tail. This is what I call the end of my journey down under. Because there's never really a definite moment where the trip ends and life back home begins. I may have just touched down in my home country physically, but my body still thinks that it's in a different timezone.
Even after two weeks of being back in the homeland, I still haven't completely shaken my new habit of walking on the left hand side nor have I completely figured out which direction I need to look when crossing the road (on foot) or at an intersection (by car).
Not to mention the fact that my brain still wanders back unexpectedly through my Australia and New Zealand travels and that my heart feels a sudden pang when I read facebook updates of friends I met during my travels who are still gallivanting down under.
Still, being back home hasn't been that disorienting. In fact, the most disorienting thing about being back is how un-disorienting it's been!
I still have loads of pictures to go through and geotag and hopefully upload. I still have many pictures I promised to send to various people along the way that I haven't sent. And I just barely finished posting all the blog posts I wrote in my journal but didn't have the correct combination of wifi, laptop and time to type up and post. Bad blog etiquette to post retrospectively perhaps, especially since several of them were only finished once I got home, but never mind that. Here are the retrospectively posted posts:
My travel bug has turned into a good-natured travel leech that refuses to let go of me. My direction for my life is not much clearer than before I left. The economy still sucks. But no matter. Life goes on!
Saturday, December 5, 2009
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