I’m heading back to Portland in about a month. My time in London lasted about half as long as it was supposed to, but I’m happy with the outcome. I’m leaving some great friends, old and new, which is tough. However, I’m returning to a place I love, with some great people, and that makes me happy. Although, one more stop is needed.
Since I don’t have a hard timeline to be back in Portland I decided to take the long way home. There’s a lot of places I didn’t get to in Europe, too many to name really, but I’m heading a bit further south. I’m heading to a place I haven’t been in almost seven years, a place I used to call home, and in many ways still is.
There’s a ton of reasons to visit Australia in February, namely the weather. For me I have a ton of friends, and I haven’t been in almost seven years…SEVEN. It’s insane to think about, considering between 2005 and 2010, I was in Australia a whole, or portion of those years except 2006. A total time of almost two years. This trip is much more than a vacation though, it’s a complete reset.
Australia is where I turned into the person I am today. It’s where I came into my own. I dropped the first big chunk of weight there. It’s where I decided to get off my ass, to stop being Peter Pan, and grow up. However, I tend to go overboard with things, and wear blinders, losing site of my goals and where I’m headed, both professionally and personally.
It’s my own fault, and it’s something I’m working on. My father, remember I grew up on a farm, calls it “hound-dogging,” in regards to a hunting dog getting on a scent and that’s all they care about. I’ve put off a proper vacation as well, again, that’s on me. When you go all in on something, you have to do the same for a vacation or you get burned out, and then you need to reset.
So that’s what I am doing. I’m going home. I’m going without a phone, without an agenda, without a schedule, just a loose plan of people I want to see, and places I want to re-visit. I’m going to revel in that first taste of Tooheys New and seeing Manly Beach again. It’s time to remember who I am.