Something's missing.

Now that I'm back, I'm not sure if transcribing the rest of my travel journal is redundant. My OCD tendencies are telling me to finish moving my words over to this digital format, but I'm not sure. Any of you who would read it probably already know about the rest of my trip...

I feel new, and it's not wearing off. After mum picked me up from the airport, I drove home and the shops and clubs that litter Oxford St looked like familiar sores on an ex-lover's face.
I'm committed to moving to a better part of the world.

Here are my legs.

Photo by Simon Taylor.