It Was Only Just A Dream.

Recently I've had this feeling that London didn't happen.

That the past 2 years have been this dream like state and I didn't really live on the other side of the world.  Only when I get a snap chat or a facebook invite to a party in London or a message from a friend that I think "Oh yeah, I did live in London."

When I think about it now, it seems like another lifetime ago.  I have settled back so quickly into life back in Sydney that sometimes I feel like I never left.

I think a big part of it was the huge relief to be finally out of London as I was in a big slump, and coming home was the solution that I obviously needed.

The angry sassy Sam seems like a distant memory as I am now chatting to strangers again whether it be people working in the shops or people that seem lost.  So much in fact that I was out with my sister for an appointment and while I was in the waiting room for her, she seemed shocked that I was speaking to other people in the waiting room.

The fast walking impatient Sam is gone.  I had forgotten what it was like to stroll.  Now I can't believe I stopped doing it.  To go to the shops and not feel rushed or annoyed when somebody was walking slowly in front of you is fantastic.

This morning I woke up however and in my half asleep state thought that a box that is next to some draws was a naked man crouched down and the black label on the box was a camera and he was taking pictures of me while I was asleep.

I totally jumped until I realised that I am an idiot but then I thought will London hit me like that.  Will I be happy and content just in my sleepy state and then BAM,  London will be a naked man box filming me.

Will it scare me that the London part of my life is over?  Will it make me jump - to want to get back on a plane and do it again?  Will my heart race at the thought of it?

Only time will tell!

Aussie Out
xo