Home Sweet Home?

I'm all packed.

Farewell to Mike and Alana, and here's to re-seeing them again soon.

I take an early bus to the airport for my early flight.

All is peaceful.

I hate leaving a country I feel a part of. So far this has only happened to me in Korea and Nepal outside of Perth.

I board the plane. We take off and I take my final glance out the window, saying goodbye to the land of the morning calm again.

In Singapore, I find I have a slight delay and get online to discover Winnie propping up MSN. She entices me downtown for free cake.

I deliberate over the invitation for so long, looking at the clock on the wall. I eventually get the balls to say yes when I realise that said clock isn't a clock... it's the airconditioning thermostat.. oops.

I sit in the airport, waiting for my chariot to Perth.

It arrives, we depart, and then next thing I see are the endless lights of Perth as we approach.

When can I leave again?