My journey back to the UK was totally and absolutely unremarkable, aside from the second leg (13h Kuala Lumpor to LDN) where the plane was much newer therefore the seats were larger, there were better tv screens and I GOT A WHOLE ROW OF 3 SEATS TO MYSELF!! BEST.FLIGHT.EVER.
I was greeted at arrivals by one of my bestest friends ever and then immediately rammed in the leg by some cow with like 4 suitcases on a trolley, the bitch. Anyway we essentially just went to the nearest pub with food and I had my first (of many to come in the next two weeks) pint of Aspalls Suffolk Cyder.
It is a very weird feeling to be back in your home town after being away on the other side of the planet for 15 months. Especially if you are staying by yourself in house that you have never lived in and is essentially empty of all but the basic furniture. (hello, back pain from sleeping on the floor, how are you?)
I basically spent the next two weeks doing a drinking tour of Ipswich and the surrounding areas, guest starring some of my best friends, and making some new ones. No need to stop travelling habits even after going home, right? I also spent a fair amount of time taking advantage of the free limitless internet at the empty house (? I don't know why either) and my brothers Netflix subscription. Boo yah, thats my ideal holiday right there.
I also had a rad day trip to Thorpe Park with two of my favorite people, before going to a Nicole Atkins gig in LANDAN.
It was a nice two weeks. I think?
I dunno I was verrverr drunk for a lot of it.
Going back home after being away for so long has EXACTLY THE SAME feeling of finding your old favorite clothes that have been stored in the garage, but they smell weird, don't fit properly, and you're pretty sure there's some mold there. Also they don't look as good on you as you used to think.
I'm not sure if this says more about my attitude or my taste in clothes. You be the judge.
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