I got home last night and today saw all my new Perth friends at the box... it was however slightly strange. I'd only been gone a week. One week exactly and yet it felt like much longer, months.
When I returned from Ireland it was much the same, I attributed it then to the time I'd been gone - it was months... but now? Now I realize that it's not the days that pass but rather the changes I face, the faces I see, the culture, the perspective. It changes me - a little of me left behind, a little of there carried with me.
The days don't matter, it's the experiences and I feel I've lived a lot in this past week.
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