I'm back on Canadian soil. And it feels weirder than I ever thought possible. How can someplace so familiar, a place I've grown up in and spent my whole life in, be so foreign and so different. I've realize now that Sydney had become my home and I now feel homesick for it. Already. It's been about 24 hours since I landed and I've already had to Skype my new/old home twice.
The scene at the airport was quite dramatic, ripped right from a movie. Many tears were involved and all during the flight as well. And I didn't cry at all when I left home nor were tears shed while saying goodbye to my Sydney family. However, at Kingsford Smith I just couldn't hold it in any longer (OK I'd be lying if I said I didn't cry pretty much from the moment I woke up as well).
And the jetlag. Don't get me started on the jetlag. I'm exhausted all the time but I cannot fall asleep. I am hungry all the time and can't stop eating. The Canadian weather has also decided to jolt me right back into it and it has been snowing all day. I almost forgot about snow. I also forgot the distinct smell of winter. It's been over a year since I've smelt the bitter mix of cold and snow.
Luckily, my family makes me happy. When I am with them I almost forget about how much I miss Sydney. I am also going to see one of my oldest friends tonight who has recently moved to Vancouver. All good things. Let's hope the pain and feeling of loss subsides with time...
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