Back to reality
I will have no opportunity to sit quietly and take stock however, as I am already booked to fly down to Melbourne this weekend and start looking for a place to live. I start my new job at RedBubble on the 19th, and I hear the housing market in Melbourne has tightened somewhat since I was there last, comparable almost to Canberra, in fact.
I spent today walking around central Canberra in a bit of a daze, trying to focus on the things that need to be done in preparation for my move back to Melbourne. On the walk home I found myself crying a little, I’m really not ready to return to Australia and am wishing I’d been more rigorous in pursuing the other option of staying in Peru for a much longer term.
I have stuff to unpack from my bag—the limited change of clothes I took was getting manky before the flight home, and I’ve come back to a rather warm end of Spring. That’s the least of my concerns though. I also have to pack, as although I do not yet have a place to live, I know I’ll be moving in a few weeks and need to at least get the non-essential items packed into boxes so I can get a quote for the move.
I spent a few hours going through my photos and sorting them into folders, and trying to get some work done on my journal, but couldn’t concentrate. Every time I started writing, or looking at the photos, memories would be rekindled and I’d find myself reliving the days around that location.
I’ve heard that when going on holidays, people need at least three weeks, because it takes a week to get out of work mode, and a week to get back into the work mindset, which leaves a week of relaxation. I’m struggling to re-engage with life in Australia, though I’m going to need to do it soon, as in a few days, reality is going to bring me to ground.