I know the last post had somewhat of a final feel to it, but I wanted to follow up and let everyone know that I got home alive. I also didn't mean to make it seem like I didn't want to be home - I'm missing Australia (and wish I could just teleport back after a couple weeks) but it is good to be home.
Sadly leaving our apartment completely empty behind us, Katie, Tyler, and me shut the squished into the elevator with all of our jam-packed bags. We were a sight, with both me and Katie toting two big suitcases behind us, and loaded up with carry-ons. We only got around the corner before we gave in and payed for a taxi to take us the rest of the way to the train station. Turns out that the transport website lied to us though, and we ended up having to wait for an hour before clumsily boarding and waving goodbye to Wollongong. We took another taxi once at central and ended up at Sydney Uni Village, where we were shortly met by Priyanka. After dropping off our backs in her room, we decided to go see the Portugal/Brazil game at Darling Harbour, where they have huge screens set up floating on the water. We got there early to get a seat, but not long after it was absolutely stuffed with over 10,000 people (which made for the most difficult bathroom trip I've ever had to make) and got pretty chilly. After the game we caught another cab back, and slept the night with all three of us stuffed onto Pri's full-sized bed until about 8am.
Once at the airport, we all checked in and got through security without any mishaps (I didn't go over my weight allowance!!). Katie and Pri hung out with me for a bit at my terminal since they left after me, but soon I had to say goodbye and board up. I had gotten screwed over, and was stuck in the very middle of the plane, without being able to see out a single window (which made me kind of nauseous later). The flight was about as good as to be expected for being stuck in a horrible position for 14 hours, and was beyond thankful to get out at LAX, where I was made to drag all my crap for what seemed like 5 miles to another terminal. It was weird to be back in the US - besides the whole being summer thing, I almost ran into about 20 people trying to walk on the left side of the walkway, and tried to go up the down escalator a couple times... The next flight was almost less enjoyable. Even though only 4 hours, I managed to be the very last person to choose a seat, and to my dismay the last seat available involved being squished between two large women who had to raise the armrests to fit into the seat. Hello America. Ironically one of them had some sort of attack of claustrophobia... and they were friends so they kept talking across me, which was annoying. Seeing my parents at the airport was a welcome sight after all that traveling. For some reason I forgot it was summer and half expected it to be dark when I landed at 5:30...
So moral of the story is that I'm home alive and well, and while I sorely miss Australia already, I'm kind of super glad I don't have to do that trip again any time soon. I guess this will be the final post for this blog - thanks to anyone out there who was reading! Hopefully I'll find myself in Australia again.
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