This time next week

I'll be at the airport.

I can hardly believe it. From a countdown that started in July, it has come around quickly and kind of unexpectedly. Nevertheless, I'm stupidly excited. I've divided the things I've been looking forward to into categories:

Smells:
- Jacaranda trees
- Freshly cut lawn
- Sprinklers in the evening
- BBQ's

Sounds:
- Australian newsreaders - weird, I don't know why seeing as though I don't even watch the news. Maybe just Australian voices on the tv.
- Crickets
- Mozzies

Foods:
- Asking for a flat white
- Proper Asian food - hello BBQ City, where have you been
- Chocolate Paddle Pop
- Golden Gaytime
- Farmers Union Ice Coffee
- Mango Magic Boost Juice (apparently there's one here, but I know it's not going to be the same)

Random:
- Driving a car with the radio on
- Going for a walk up Mt Lofty and saying hi to people when you walk past
- Going for a walk in the evening when it cools down
- Meeting up with my friends to just have a coffee - that never seems to happen here
- Going to the beach!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

People, well, that's just obvious.

I wonder if it's going to feel like I'm 'home'. Because, at the moment, I'm completely torn as to where and what I consider my home to be. I feel like London is my home and Adelaide is where I'm from. I know coming back is going to be awesome, but how will I feel when I have to leave? Will I want to stay? Will it make me realise I'm not coming back for a while? I know I'm thinking about this too much, but it's almost impossible not to. What I do know is I can't wait to see you all and it's going to be hard to say goodbye.

See you soon suckers.