Making the transition back to England and GMT from South East Asia has been an interesting trip... and coinciding the move back with Christmas and 3C WAS JUST A GREAT IDEA and has simply added to the fun. My favourite part is attempting to grow my arm hair for extra quilting. I KID... I don’t.
So here are a few things I’ve been struggling with or enjoying since coming back.
I’m struggling with the rushing. I spent nearly two weeks trying to get to this volcano in Flores, Indonesia. So now I find myself calling people out on public transport. “EXCUSE ME? *pokes* that’s not very nice at all.” “Please don’t push me.” “Let’s all just have a sit down.” “Why are you a douchebag?” If those fail to get a response I simply resort to accidentally elbowing them in the face.
It’s very exciting to be able to sit down to pee again... and just as I was getting limber. That’s a lie. Squatting for the majority of the year has not made me limber in any way. In fact, it simply stresses me out about the prospect of having to pee in moving vehicles as well as navigating balance and aim.
Walking in the road. In Asia, stick your hand out in front of the driver and you’re good to go. Jay-walk across that bitch. In London? Well yesterday a Lambourgini reversed into me. Ouch. I'm not kidding. I mean, it didn't hurt because this dude driving a Lambourgini doesn't want a halfsie shaped dent in his baby. But yeah, it still sucked.
People don’t really like you playing with their children in the UK. Obviously it must be all those paedophiles wandering the streets disguised as 23 year old girls. I don’t want to play with your kid anyway, his face is funny.
I never really believed in jet lag. But MAYBE I reset my body clock wrong. I now work on a 5am to 10pm shift. I have attempted to correct this mistake with copious amounts of coffee throughout the day (namely gingerbread lattes) followed by downing a bottle of red wine before bed. Now, I am not only tired, but red wine hungover too.
£5 used to get me across a country and all lodged between a stinky man with pink socks and a toilet or 17 beers or even a massage (minus a happy ending). Now, £5 gets me a couple of metres. Or a glass of bad wine and no one to rub me down.
What I have thoroughly enjoyed is not being food poisoned. Because let me tell you, you get used to that. And the day you’re used to puking your guts out or being glued to the toilet. Well, you know you’ve reached honorary traveller status.
On a more serious note, the experience changed me, for the better. It was truly exhilarating and I grew up and fell in love with the world. I can't tell you how exciting it is to see such a positive change in myself. Despite being broke-ass with no direction in life and a student loan to pay off! So, being back has it's ups and downs! I may have the post traveling blues, but at least I have the memories!