I came back to England for a fleeting, three week visit. I'd been looking forward to going back to Manchester for so long. After a year away and a 40-odd hour journey back from Australia via Hong Kong, it was surreal to see how little had changed. I don't know what i was expecting but it was a shock in itself just to be back.
It was great to hang with old friends, watch a lot of football and carry on the drinking bender. We even had visits from two Swedes and a Norwegian which spiced up my visit a little. We went to Parklife festival in Manchester, went to Old Trafford and spent a lot of time in the pub and on the sofa. Time well spent i'd say.
I've spent so long away from England over the last year or so that it didn't feel like home anymore. Sure, the friends, the family and familiar places and faces are all there, but i feel like my head must have left it firmly where it was a long time ago. I knew that although i was happy in Australia there was no way i was going back to stay. I think a few people were shocked that i came and left so soon; but with money being tight and just wanting to get to the next place it seemed like the right thing to do. Mum and Dad have moved away from Glossop and Manchester now so i think i can safely say it'll probably be the last time i'll ever live there. I don't want anyone to feel like i don't like the place or that they won't be missed, it's just i feel that after living abroad for so long i have to keep going with that and see where it takes me.
I'm glad we all had a great time and i can't wait to see all the loved ones again. I didn't get to see a lot of people in the short amount of time i was back, but hopefully we can figure out something for the next one.
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