Hola!

Well well well...

Exactly 7months to the day (and even time) of when I set off on my grand trip, I boarded a flight homeward bound.
Everything was a bit surreal...
I got onto the flight on Sunday night, having bought my plane ticket on the Saturday afternoon.
Although I had been deciding whether to come home or not for a while.
My last few days in Sydney were nice....
To be honest it was a bit emotional leaving. I was enjoying life SO much. But I'm trying to stay positive and so I see now as my next step forward.
I have University in about a month and I am actually looking forward to that, which is good.

The flight home was awful!! 22hours!! :O
Well I managed to sleep on the first flight (which was about 7-8 hours) which wasn't so bad. But the second flight (about 12-13 hours) was a bit LOOOOOONG to say the least ;-)
And - oh my god - the three people infront of me, the 3 behind me and the three to the right of me (they were all in the same party) had THE. WORST. BO. IN. THE. WORLD!
it was soooo bad :-)
And it wasn't like after an hour or two, you just got used to it and became amune. NO!
I kept getting whiffs of it every few minutes or so!!
it was SO BAD!!
I'm pretty sure it stuck to my skin!!

Then when I arrived (finally) in london, my dad was there to pick me up... and then I spent 2 days in London before we came up here (to Coventry) where I'll be for the next month or so before Uni in Aberdeen.
Methinks I'll try to get a job or something...
fun

Anywho... I think I've ranted enough for this entry
toodles
kirsty xxx