Coming home

is such a downer. I think it’s the combination of saying goodbye to dear, dear friends who I only see every two or three years; leaving a place which reminded me so much of Northern Victoria, and Australian summer; and coming back to a Shanta and Blair-less Wakayama.
I’m trying very hard to focus on Thailand and be excited about the next three weeks, but at the moment the reality of the next year here is crashing down and feels like it’s suffocating me. How can one week away change my attitude so much? Before going away I was half sorry I was going to be away most of summer, but now, now I wish I was away for ALL of the holidays – three weeks in Oregon and three in Thailand.
Thank heaven I only have two days here. I just have to get through today and tomorrow and then I will be off again on next adventure, leaving Japan far behind again. But, in Thailand I have to say goodbye properly to Shanta. I’m gonna need some major pulling-out-of-slumpinees when I get back here Aug 23. oh man. Far, far too many goodbyes in short space of time. I hate goodbyes. I especially hate goodbyes when you don’t know when you’ll next meet up. There are many great things about having friends all over the world, and having friends who travel all over the world but the one big sucky thing is the need for goodbyes and long times of not meeting.
*shakes self in attempt to shed doledrums*
Well, I have stuff to unpack and a positive attitude to cultivate/find, not to mention personal journal to update and e-mail update to write.
My time in Oregon was absolutely fantastic, by the way.