Shanghai: Day Six

Date: 27/12/13
Current Time: 11:35pm

We're leaving shanghai first thing tomorrow - the flight is at 10am according to mum.

We've already finished packing everything and I'm dead tired - my body is aching because it's still not too used to the cold weather (you can tell that my body really seems to miss the warm weather back home) and I'm pretty dead in terms of mentality right now. 

I should have a lot to say about leaving because well, we're leaving tomorrow. The thing is... I don't have a lot to say.

I'm both looking forward to and dreading going home because going home means safety. Going home means sleeping in my bed and being in my room and an environment I know best. Going home means seeing my friends again, people I know. Going home means familiarity.

And yet going home also means facing assignments, looking deadlines. Going home means facing the same problems I went overseas with the intention of forgetting. Going home means an end to the anonymity I enjoyed while being another tourist in a foreign country. Going home means I have to be me again. 

I dunno, it's just a thought I'm having at the moment. 

Well, it's home tomorrow and then straight to celebrate my niece's first birthday (we're going straight after going home), and then I have a group meeting the next day to discuss whatever we have. It also means I'll have to do quite a bit of work once I'm home. 

Sigh... Well, it's home after all. Back to work once I'm home! Shanghai and Shenyang have been amazing, and I enjoyed myself very much (especially with the shopping huehuehue). Mum says it's highly unlikely that we'll return within a few years, so it's going to be quite a long while before we ever come back. I've had no regrets during this trip - I've shopped, eaten, taken loads of pictures (as I'm sure many will have seen from my Instagram) and even gotten to see snow. I can't really ask for more! 

Signing off for now (because I'm literally falling asleep typing this post),
Nat

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