Back in Town
My laptop still doesn't get along with the internet very well, but at least it's a hundred times easier to use than the iPhone. So I'm back online, and back into my old habit of internet addiction.
I finally got back home at one o'clock today. Of course it's bloody freezing - worse than Melbourne - and strangely exactly as it was when I left it, which makes me wonder if it really has been two months.
OH guess what? The first song that came up on iTunes (to be able to play music loudly in my room! hooray!) upon my return was There's No Cure Like Travel. Am I meant to feel refreshed? Inspired? Ready to return and face the new world with open arms? I don't know. I just sighed a sigh and got to unpacking (i.e. taking everything out of the suitcase and putting it on the floor)
And now I have to go back to work and find a new job and learn to drive and then in a few months I have to go to university and study what everyone tells me is the most boring subject in the world for five years to earn a degree I don't really want and then oh God I have to get a real job and enter the workforce and work and work and work until I die, unless I'm lucky enough to retire and become an old and wrinkly crazy cat lady spinster.
It is nice to be back; I know I had to come back to pay off the big ass debt that funded half this thing. I know I have to knuckle down to business eventually and I can't run away from time and responsibility. In my last week in Vienna I tacked on 5 more nights in Melbourne because I didn't want to go home. But even they came to an end, and here I am, back in my lounge room, just as it was nine weeks ago, feeling like the whole thing was just a dream.
I finally got back home at one o'clock today. Of course it's bloody freezing - worse than Melbourne - and strangely exactly as it was when I left it, which makes me wonder if it really has been two months.
OH guess what? The first song that came up on iTunes (to be able to play music loudly in my room! hooray!) upon my return was There's No Cure Like Travel. Am I meant to feel refreshed? Inspired? Ready to return and face the new world with open arms? I don't know. I just sighed a sigh and got to unpacking (i.e. taking everything out of the suitcase and putting it on the floor)
And now I have to go back to work and find a new job and learn to drive and then in a few months I have to go to university and study what everyone tells me is the most boring subject in the world for five years to earn a degree I don't really want and then oh God I have to get a real job and enter the workforce and work and work and work until I die, unless I'm lucky enough to retire and become an old and wrinkly crazy cat lady spinster.
It is nice to be back; I know I had to come back to pay off the big ass debt that funded half this thing. I know I have to knuckle down to business eventually and I can't run away from time and responsibility. In my last week in Vienna I tacked on 5 more nights in Melbourne because I didn't want to go home. But even they came to an end, and here I am, back in my lounge room, just as it was nine weeks ago, feeling like the whole thing was just a dream.