27th January 2011.
The flight seemed fast, arriving in Sydney I had a pretty smooth walk through customs, I was asked what I was declaring and let through with a welcome.
On the way home on the train I notice there are a few ethnic groups I have not seem much of in the last 4 months, this provoked and unexpected feeling, I almost felt lost between worlds, was this home? I want to be here but at the same time I know I want to be somewhere else, at least this time I am happy to be back even if only to organise my things so I can go again, maybe for 6 months or possibly permanently. That decision relies on a few factors which will become clearer in the next moths I guess.
I start hearing the accent that we here in Australia are so famous for.
While away I had people ask where in Australia I was from and even one that asked what Sydney was like. I never realised our accent was so strong, until now, the accent around Sydney city was as thick as it is out in the western suburbs, or so it seemed.
I bumped into a mate while changing trains and had a quick chat. I am glad he recognised me as I must have been have asleep and walking on auto pilot and did not see him. I finally arrived home, there was something different, it had a lighter peaceful feel about it, my cats came and said hello in their normal cat way and did not seem to be angry that I was gone for so long, Something was different, either something or someone had changed.