I can’t believe it’s over.
175 days after I flew to Thailand last year, I’m finally leaving.
All going well, as this post goes live my plane will be on final descent into Melbourne. While commuters inch towards the office on congested highways I’ll be collecting my backpack from the carousel. By the time the suburban mums are finishing their school runs I’ll be sitting at my sister’s house fielding a million questions from my little nephew.
After six months in the hot, sticky wonderfulness of Southeast Asia, the weather will be a shock.
So will everything else.