Home at last

Home again, at last. The Welsh one :DYou know what? I'm Sick. Of. Travelling. The furthest I will go for a month now is the distance my feet can take me, not aided by anything modern.I'd been travelling for 40 hours and 10 minutes, and not slept in longer when I arrived back. I deliberatly didn't tell people what time I was due back, partly because I didn't know myself, and partly because I wanted to sneak past them and shower first (which didn't work, as I was spotted, and plus, couldn't wait any longer to say G'day.)Nearly ruined the entire returning-travelling walk down the steps by the way my right ankle decided that walking at right-angles was the new thing and skidded me a little painfully down 3 steps, but given the extra weight I was carrying, I luckily kept my feet and didn't damage anything!Got suitably attacked by MedSoc, in all their weapon-and-armour-decked glory. Before I knew it, Laura had wrested one of my bags from me, and I guess I knew then that I was home. Michael joined us, having arrived about half an hour earlier, and by way of greeting lifted me bodily from my feet, travelling bag and all. I've missed him so much, with his sweet, simple way of expressing affection.Cashand Mandy were in her room - now way I could sneak past, she had her door open, sohyper-excited greetings were exchanged in our tiny corridor with me just accepting that I was off balance - luckily she held me up because it would have been a turtle effect if not. Cash has dyed his hair a kind of deep red, almost a garnet hue. It suits him.I think I was quite manic - you get tired enough, you end up over-excited and chaos is kinda mandatory, then there's the downwards spiral.There's a fragile kind of peace betweenmyself and a couple of them.The way it feels, we're trying to figure out how 'normal' works. I think I'm acting normal, but equally there have been a few strange looks so I'm wondering if I'm more transparant than I thought. I don't know how to maintain my guard and not cause hurt. I guess i'm just...waiting, and watching, easing back into it. I'm not sure how things stand, but I came back more sure of myself. less sure of everyone and everything else, but that's the way of it i guess - I've been alone for 3 weeks, kind of a given.Mandy cooked (not fajhitas). It was good but i have no appetite. It seems my utensils have been used ad nausium.I can certainly say I did not expect to come home and within a few hours be helping a friend shave their legs in the sink. A male friend. I'll post pictures soon. Might add more to this entry.