I've just been reading my blog archives. I can't believe I'm going back to Australia. What the hell? Social bullshit doesn't go away as you get older, and neither does indecision/panic about choices. But I am returning. It is happening. Unless I meet Luca in Italy.
(Luca is the Italian boy with curly hair - I am yet to meet- who I am going to marry)
"i still call austraaaaliaaa, i still call austraaaaliaaaa hooooome!!!!"
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