Over-estimating necessary travel times meant that my 5.30am start on Wednesday morning, resulted only in over an hour of waiting at Southern Cross station, but as my dad occasionally says, its better to be early than be a dickhead.
Add that early start and wait, to the ten hour train trip taking me home and it was a slight shite of a day. During the time I finished my book, shaved my face off and was entertained by the laughbably bogan families that boarded at Cootamundra. Sometimes I just peered out of the window at the blurred, flat country, pondered and reflected..
I have, over the past three months, added a ‘chapter’ to my life that I had never expected. From everyday of this period, I learnt something or grew in unjudgeable ways. Be it, riding up a legbursting, twisty pass in the rain and wind or meeting, conversing, laughing and dancing with an uncountable number of people, it was all special and memorable. I had an extraordinarly amazing time. I look back positively all of it, and hope to have more spontaneous adventures in the future.