Eight flights (two more coming soon) including three nights airport sleeps, a marathon, countless magnificent scenery all over Australia and New Zealand later, I'm sitting here in my last few hours down under going through pretty bad nostalgia as I muse over all the epic pictures and memories. I have been bitten badly by the traveling bug, to say the least. Traveling is such an enriching and wonderful thing and never have I grow so much as a person in such a short amount of time. Maybe it's the fact that I have been a lot more open but many friends that I have made here I feel like I have known for ages. It's amazing how you can feel so at home and at ease in a place so isolated from the rest of the world that you have only been in for a few months. To say that I am going to miss everything would be an understatement, and part of me is anxious of the readjustment to normal life that is imminent.
When I get home I will take the time to thoroughly finish writing about what has been the grandest adventure of my life. Until next time Australia, and don't you worry, there definitely will be a next time.
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