Back home...

Well here I am, safe and sound in good old Australia. I arrived back last Monday, and even with a state conference i have spent the better part of those two weeks in a weird sort of daze. Your reality has an orbit, you see, and the gravity of change, no matter how profound it might be, doesnt kick in until you re-entering that orbit. It's generic to say it of course, but I have changed a tremendous amount in the three months that i was away, while things back home have not. My brothers are a little bigger than me now, my dog is a little bigger, some AIESECers have left and some new ones have joined, and admidst all of these continuity is little old me, self-reflcting, self-indulgent and utterly disorientated in a world that i still remember as though i never left it. Reverse culture shock? Sure, if that's what it's called then why not, but beleive me when i tell you that knowing the terminology doesn't make it any easier to deal.

Anyway my days are empty at the moment with no job, no uni and no life really, so i have been 'chillaxing' a lot (as Flic would put it). Much of that has involved new resolve to visit the gym with an unparralleled level of regularity. My body hurts, but only in that good way where you know you have done it some good.

My transition starts on Wednesday. My MC life starts then. Why aren't i a little more excited?

Ralph