I came home to this. Not bad at all Sydney

 

After 9 weeks, 10 countries, 35 hotel rooms (including the odd Airbnb apartment and such) and many many airports, it’s genuinely great to be home.

Travel is an addictive beast, but after a while you just long for your own bed (and pillow. So many bad pillows). More than that, it felt like my Australian life was on hold while I was away, and there is now much to do.

Maybe I’ll just start planning next year’s trip regardless.