It's been 8 days since I landed back in Sydney. I have waited a while to blog because I think I wanted to observe myself and my reaction to the trip and to being back home, in Australia I mean.
I think the most important thing now is realizing that I actually went back to Italy eventually.
It was a very full on trip, very intense, emotional and satisfying I'd say. The first thing I remember was the temperature shock after leaving HK and landing in Zurich, 6 AM, -12*. I expected it but was not ready. Driving home from the airport reminded me of how gray and brown everything looks during fall. I had missed that actually.
Meeting people and family felt great, especially seeing their reactions was really emotional sometimes. It was reassuring though to see that some things had not changed. My old village is still looking the same, maybe a little less run-down, people are still doing the same thing, little has changed really. My mum's apartment looks really nice. Cold but nice. It already feels like home to me too. I tried in fact to spend some time there, to get that cosy homey feeling from it. And I managed to.
I discussed my plans for the future with friends and family. It is pretty clear that still I am not 100% sure about a lot of things I want to do, whether to stay here in Oz, how, what about uni, yoga, John, etc. It's all part of the process. Work in progress I called it.
Yeah, that's the way it is.
The trip to London was pretty rushed. It was very good cos the weather was great and although it was quite cold, you could easily stay out all day and walk around without any problems. Did a little bit of sightseeing (British Museum this time around), too! I met up with my cousin from the US who was doing a semester there. Caught up with Gab (we really had to) and had a nice stylish dinner in a fancy/sleek Asian place - loved it! Even went dancing! I managed to get stuck in traffic on my way to the airport and missed the flight home - NC.
The Venice trip with mum and O. went very well. I loved that city, so unique, charming and quirky in a way. I think it's just mind-boggling how people could conceive building a town on the water like that! Again, we had three gorgeous sunny days. I had one night in Milan, M. put me up (again - I owe her so much). I honestly had bad vibes from that city. Good to have an aperitivo and catch up with some friends but that's it. I don't want to have anything to do with that place. I'm over it. It might sound a bit harsh but it really didn't feel good and right for me to be there. Very awkward, isn't it?
Anyways, after I'd got home safe and sound, I still spend a couple of nights hanging around with friends from high-school whom I hadn't seen in what? 4 years? It was so nice, I had a great time. I missed home though, I mean my home, Sydney.
Honestly, I was glad when I buckled up and took off. Honestly. ;)
I think the most important thing now is realizing that I actually went back to Italy eventually.
It was a very full on trip, very intense, emotional and satisfying I'd say. The first thing I remember was the temperature shock after leaving HK and landing in Zurich, 6 AM, -12*. I expected it but was not ready. Driving home from the airport reminded me of how gray and brown everything looks during fall. I had missed that actually.
Meeting people and family felt great, especially seeing their reactions was really emotional sometimes. It was reassuring though to see that some things had not changed. My old village is still looking the same, maybe a little less run-down, people are still doing the same thing, little has changed really. My mum's apartment looks really nice. Cold but nice. It already feels like home to me too. I tried in fact to spend some time there, to get that cosy homey feeling from it. And I managed to.
I discussed my plans for the future with friends and family. It is pretty clear that still I am not 100% sure about a lot of things I want to do, whether to stay here in Oz, how, what about uni, yoga, John, etc. It's all part of the process. Work in progress I called it.
Yeah, that's the way it is.
The trip to London was pretty rushed. It was very good cos the weather was great and although it was quite cold, you could easily stay out all day and walk around without any problems. Did a little bit of sightseeing (British Museum this time around), too! I met up with my cousin from the US who was doing a semester there. Caught up with Gab (we really had to) and had a nice stylish dinner in a fancy/sleek Asian place - loved it! Even went dancing! I managed to get stuck in traffic on my way to the airport and missed the flight home - NC.
The Venice trip with mum and O. went very well. I loved that city, so unique, charming and quirky in a way. I think it's just mind-boggling how people could conceive building a town on the water like that! Again, we had three gorgeous sunny days. I had one night in Milan, M. put me up (again - I owe her so much). I honestly had bad vibes from that city. Good to have an aperitivo and catch up with some friends but that's it. I don't want to have anything to do with that place. I'm over it. It might sound a bit harsh but it really didn't feel good and right for me to be there. Very awkward, isn't it?
Anyways, after I'd got home safe and sound, I still spend a couple of nights hanging around with friends from high-school whom I hadn't seen in what? 4 years? It was so nice, I had a great time. I missed home though, I mean my home, Sydney.
Honestly, I was glad when I buckled up and took off. Honestly. ;)
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