Dreaming of --> Tainted Love by Soft Cell <--
51 Days. Yes, till I get home.
It feels as though it was just yesterday when I opened my tightly bounded cardboard Milo box for the Immigration Officers at the airport to sheepishly reveal packets of tissue paper and spices even a kettle somewhere in there. The funny feeling I got when I stepped out from the car to see the Murdoch crest on the front wall. It was only the logo we ever saw printed on our papers back home. Those emails from the university regarding campus updates I have been receiving for a good year and a half prior finally make sense!
Being here can surely make you feel isolated. In regards to the name as well huh? --
"one of the most isolated metropolitan areas on Earth". But I surely feel as though I've lost touch of what has been going on back home. I missed a Merdeka post, a September 11 tribute as well as Raya. Not to mention the political status...
But most of all, I missed on a thank you post to those who came to send me off at the airport.
Disconnected is another word which comes to mind. After hearing about the news of the QF027 Quantas flight and then knowing somebody who was on the plane when it happened sort of puts you a little back into perspective.
Miss you much.





























