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I already miss the wind of the Blue Mountains and the water of Fraser Island. I miss no TV and late nights at the pub followed by 7 am wake ups and Nick's incessant swearing. I miss dingos and kangaroos and wild parrots that perch like pigeons on telephone wire. I miss that American girl from Colorado most of all. I missed home and my people near the end of the trip; mostly I just wondered what was new. I came home and it only took me a day to realize that this place is static and like un-matching puzzle pieces we don't fit together. I don't miss my home when I'm away and I wish I could be somewhere else when I'm there. I slept in a comfortable bed for the first time in a month and it meant nothing to me. I watched television shows that I forgot existed and was hardly entertained. I went out with my friends and remembered how dull this place is, how uptight its people are. I like Bathurst's anti-Americanism and Cairns crawling with foreigners. I'll not stay long here if my will has anything to say about it.