30 hours travelling, 30 hours of severe bum numbness. 11 hours of inconsiderate people winding their chairs fully back on the plane. 10 minutes of frantically running a mile to the connecting next flight. 5 hours listening to The Weeknd and other various artists that remind me of home. 2 hours in between sleeps watching 'Wreck it Ralph'. 1 hour reading 'The Little Prince' (thanks Danny). 2 hours coercing mum into letting me rest my legs on her. A little amount of time being sad about leaving certain people. A large amount of time being nervous. A 2 hour thunderstorm, watching the rain pelt down, certainly sure of the end of the world with the ferocious angry god like claps of thunder and Zeuslike bolts of lightening.
Two hours drinking Singha, under a beautiful star filled sky. No amount of time spent realising that this is where I belong and my new home. Citronella fills the air to ward away those lady loving mosquitoes, I have a beer in my hand. It's warmer than I have been in the past six months. They are playing Incubus in the beach bar. My heart is slightly heavy but will be okay. Time for fun.
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