I'm so not in the mood today. I want to go home.
I want to see my family, and the beach and Lauren.
I want to wake up and have that feeling that I want to get out and go at the world.
I want my favourite TV programs.
I want to kick a footy and to go to a cricket match.
I want to play video games with my friends.
I want to have a conversation and be confident at the end that I understood it all.
I want to walk into the Turret and have Rhi pass over my chai latte.
I want to be back where car horns are used only in the case of dire emergency, even death.
I want to be able to buy milk and drink it without boiling it (oh yeah, I only just found out that I should have been doing that all this time).
"Wahhh!" I hear you say, well yes "waaah". Please no emails of "are you OK? is there anything I can do?", this is a temporary moment and it shall pass.
Maybe it's because I was up in the peaceful mountains for 12 days and I have gone into a state of return from holiday shock. To come back to the pollution and poverty is a bit of a kick in the gut. Speaking of guts, mine is acting up. There's something totally unnatural to me about co-habiting with monkeys, mal-nutritioned cows and stray dogs that lead me to believe that sometimes that the people here just don't care.
OK, I'm going to go and have a nice warm cup of cheer up buttercup.
Oh yeah. Today is 3 months. Maybe it's that.