hometime.

coming home was beautiful because it was beautiful - and coming home was horrible because it was so beautiful haha. i feel like saying you don't know what you have until its gone - but that's not true. I always knew how much i had, how awesome the people are that were in my life - and i was ridiculously grateful from day 1. those 10 days were like the weirdest 10 days ever - where for a week and a half i just returned to my old, beautiful, perfect and comfortable life, like nothing had ever changed. legit thought for a minute that potentially Dunedin life was just a dream, but then as quickly as I got my old life back, it dissapeared again the minute i got on that plane tonight. second goodbyes were without a doubt worse than the initial see ya laters - today has been a long day. but seriously though - what kind of horrible university only gives people one weeks holiday!