I’m back in town at my mothers now for the next, well, day I guess as I have to be at the airport at 6am Friday morning – Christ, the past few weeks really have flown by.

My boss was really good about me leaving, telling me she’d happily have me back in February, which is fantastic. I’d really settled in there & I’d genuinely enjoyed my time so far. It takes a bit of pressure off knowing that I have something to come back to next time around.

I’m not myself right now, I don’t have a lot to say but I can’t seem to say it.

But yeah, I’m nearly home. Could it be, that I can escape the country without issue, argument or blue murder?