That's it: Game over.
Shortly after 6:00AM this morning we've landed back in Melbourne, safe and sound, and since then the prevailing thought in my head is the disbelief that a month of travel can just disappear so quickly. It's that feeling I get whenever I come back home after traveling, that "what the hell am I doing here" feeling; as in, this world is so big and it's just waiting to be explored, why do I of all people need to go back to the office on Monday morning?
And then there's missing the family and friends, whose memory is still too fresh in my head to be able to just move on.
Still, on the plus side, I don't think there can be much doubt about the best place we got to during our travels being Melbourne. Our next door neighbor decided that he was too bored with himself and mowed the lawn for us, even snipping the edges (something I stopped doing a good few years ago out of sheer laziness) and brushed things up to a level I never bother at. And yet our house, once entered, seems way too small and way too crowded. The damage a little bit of traveling can make to one's head... I just don't get people who avoid going places, they just limit themselves [says the man who only travels to fancy destinations].
So there's no place like home, but home is not all it's made out to be.
Anyway, given my inability to properly blog while on the road, I suspect the next few weeks will be devoted to travel related impressions: security Nazism in the UK, the trouble with our Israeli tour, Singapore's quirkiness, jet lagged babies, and just as much more as my memory can facilitate. The travel stories themselves will be told on Flickr, together with the photos I will start uploading shortly and gradually.