So it turns out, travelling is hard! πŸ˜…

Pretty obvious to some maybe!

I'm not so naive to think it would all be plain sailing, otherwise I would have had no reason to be terrified! And I'm certainly not ungrateful either, no, this has been the best decision I've ever made in a very long time.

But damn, there are still some things that are really fucking hard.
Ever been so happy to have a bowl of pasta with cheese sprinkled on top and a few pieces of broccoli, pepper and chicken, that you have three bowls and cry? Garlic herb salt has become my love, my life, my everything and I don't know what I'd do without it. On the other hand, if someone puts a cereal bar within five feet of me I'll throw it at them. The same is slowly happening with my beloved instant porridge sachets. RIP. :(

Sharing a bedroom with seven other people also gets old pretty quick. There comes a point where you'd happily hand over your right arm for your own space, your own bed, your own duvet with your own three dogs surrounding you, instead of backpackers who smell just as bad as you. Boots that you've hiked in for over a month and can't really clean properly? No bueno.

Still, I've been lucky to not feel homesick as often as I thought I would. But when it hits, it hits hard. It's a huge privilege to be exploring the other side of the planet and meeting countless kind-hearted people along the way. I get these moments of remembering how lucky I am, like "Holy shit. This is actually happening." So, even though I'm sick to death of digging through supermarkets for $1 deals, avoiding looking at my bank balance and being followed by this gross-shoes-and-unwashed-hoodie stink, I wouldn't trade this for the world. When I cry over a plain bowl of pasta because I'm so happy to see it, I don't cry alone. When I feel worried and frustrated about money, I don't share the worry by myself. When I feel homesick and can't dig myself out of it, there's never a friendly face too far away. 

I can feel that I'm going to be ready to come home soon. I'm excited to come home, even. And I can't wait to see how the rest of this journey pans out.