Day One officially completed.

Today I had:
Coffee
Two pieces of toast
A small bowl of salad.

I also went running for an hour.
Success!

I have a ballet class tomorrow- the dance teacher here heard I did ballet and offered to do some classes with me. Hopefully I can build up some of the muscle that's been fading away while I've been here.

28 days until I fly home. I'm a little worried I'll get lost at the airport and miss my flight! I've written myself a note to remind me to ask that they drop me off at the airport a little earlier than they usually would, just to allow time for me getting lost :)

It will be good to go home again. It's been a very interesting and rewarding experience, but I'm almost ready to go home.

I miss the comfort of my own room.
I miss my dog, my parents, my sister.
I miss being able to do what I want, when I want.
I miss my friends and their many talents.
I miss riding into town to go borrow books from the library on a Sunday afternoon.
I miss my own bed with its bird-patterned cover. I miss Elliot, the teddy bear I've had since I was a week old.
I miss being able to turn the music up and sing to my heart's content.
I miss my ballet classes.
I miss my front garden.
I miss the smell of my hometown.
I miss vegemite.
I miss Australian accents.
I miss the brilliant blue skies.
I miss the night sky
I miss the dry heat of the day.
I miss having my own bathroom.
I miss the feeling of security I get from being surrounded by some of the most beautiful ranges in the word.
I miss walking down the street to my friends house in my pyjamas.
I miss riding down to my parent's nursery.
I miss my glass desk and my wall covered in magazine pictures.

I miss home.


It's not an overwhelming feeling of homesickness, it's just a little dull ache hiding somewhere in the pit of my stomach.

I'm glad I came on exchange. It's an amazing experience and I won't forget my time here. I've learnt so much, and I know that the person who returns home will be very different to the person that left.

I'm made some amazing friends, one in particular, who has invited me to stay with her in Peru if ever I'm in that part of the world.
Only 28 days until home. I want to enjoy all the time I have left, and a little part of me wants it to go as quickly as the first two months of my exchange have flown by.

At this time in four weeks, I'll be getting into bed, for my last night overseas.

I hope I'll be thin enough in time.