I’m 28 hours into my trip back home and I'm at Euston waiting for this flashy Virgin train to take me home and into the arms of my mum and sis. I had lots of advice about how to handle ‘re-entry’ into European society but its difficult not to talk about being in Africa when everyone asks you about it. I’ve already made some stupid or thoughtless comments and which make no sense of course, apart from to me or can be misinterpreted! It’s lucky that I have amazingly tolerant and caring friends who don’t really care how freaky I am and are just glad to see me (Cat, Mike, Justine and Matt, thanks, especially for the sausage butty and veggie risotto). Also thanks to Jerry and Jules who threw a great party last night for Matt and Justine, who move to NYC next week…. Good luck and I’ll be visiting!
There are many things that never reach this blog because they are too private or distressing to write about or more usually I just forget!! Blogs are inevitably a little sanitised for public consumption. So now I’m watching the lovely English countryside go by (very fast) and I am really trying to be honest about how I feel at the moment....but I’m lost for words. There are times since I landed yesterday when I been close to tears due to feeling overwhelmed to be home and times when its all felt incredibly normal, like I’ve never been away. I’ll write more soon when I’ve figured out what’s going in my head and heart!!!
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