Week Thirty Eight. Out In The country.
Touching down on home soil after eight months away is always a strange feeling. Sometimes it is a mixture of excitement and relief to breathe in the clean air layered with eucalyptus. The comfort of being back in a familiar place. This time however way different. Not quite ready to come home, the world around seemed a little greyer than usual. The fullness of the western world was not something I was ready for, so I escaped as far as I could from the bright shopping center lights and out to the country, where the slow daily pace had a calming affect. Watching my parents work slowly but steadily every day, hearing nothing but the calls of birds and the bleating of sheep. Out in the country amongst the peace and quiet, I couldn’t help but miss the loud honking of bus horns as the waves crashed, or the incense thick in the air. I was back, but not quite home.
