So I have returned to America, back in my bed in lovely California. It was a long journey home. I realized Stephanie and I hadn't slept in a proper bed in over 55 hours by the time I got home, mainly due to the all-nighter Steph and I pulled after returning from Aussie.
Our trip to Australia was unbelievable. Stephanie, Erika, and I had an awesome time driving on the left side of the road (I am actually quite confused in the U.S. now), and we met some great people along the way. The trip in a nutshell:
- ~24 hours driving over 10 days
- Did my first (introductory) scuba dive on the Great Barrier Reef in Cairns
- Saw a koala in the wild on Magnetic Island
- Ocean rafted around the Whitsunday Islands
- Camped out and hiked ~20 km (12 miles) on Fraser Island
- Pet a kangaroo and koala in Steve Irwin's Australia Zoo
Anyway, being home is a weird feeling. The last few hours in NZ felt very much like limbo, I wasn't sure where I was or where was "home." It was even weirder coming back to America and realizing how different it really is from NZ. Just going through customs, I realized that there are many (mostly undesirable) aspects of the States apparent to me now, ones I wouldn't have seen beforehand. But generally, now having been back in CA for a couple days, I feel like I never left. My experience abroad already feels so surreal. It's weird that after so little time, such a significant and cherished part of my life can feel like such a distant moment of the past.
During my time in NZ, I met a lot of great people, I saw a lot of great places, (I think) I learned more about what's important to me, and most importantly, it made me really happy. It was sad to leave, but that just means my experience was that great (some could say it was legendary or epic)...
Anyway, this is THE final post! (How dramatic.) Except for one I may post later, depending on if I can get a little project of mine to work out. But for now, thanks to everyone who has read my long-winded posts. It's been a sweet as time. Cheers!