On The Other Side

Who knows which side is which anymore. Everything is confused, not the least my body clock which is winding further and further back. I woke up at a grand old time of 4am this morning and waited for the Sun to go for a run down to Meyrick Park. And here's the strangest thing: I didn't see a single person, all those CGI post-apocalyptic guys would have had a freebie this morning. And the cats. So many cats. No cats in Tokyo (a very few).

The flight back was fine, and I'm glad I arrived in Southampton as it meant a quick final stretch home. Although transferring at CDG2 in Paris on the first plane in, with no staff around, no lights up, and no direction of which gate to go to is a perfect mindbender. Or horror setting.

I've seen most of the immediate family, been to the beach, and had proper fish and chips. Cooked fish. Which have all been lovely.

But it hasn't sunk in yet and it would be a lie to say I'm perfectly happy to have returned. Which is why my suitcase is still unpacked, although that's probably more to do with laziness. But it will sink in, and it will become more normal. And if not, I'll have to deal with it in a way that is worthwhile: get stuck into Uni, and a job, and pass the time.

For now, I have quite a bit of free time while job hunting, so if anyone fancies food or a movie, I'm all yours. Unless you're reading this in Japan, and all I can offer is Skype.

And as I was greeted in three different languages on the flight, I'll finish with a few key phrases:

おかえり
Bienvenue
Welcome Home.