Upon going home for the first time in 3 years, my expectations vs. the hard reality of what was planned hadn’t quite occurred to me yet.
1. Expectation: My flight would be shared with my friend whom was also doing a stop over via Hong Kong, during this time we would drink red wine and swap stories.
The Hard Reality: I misread my itinerary, and was meant to leave the day prior to what I thought. Upon ringing Cathy Pacific they told me that there were no spare seats for the next 2 weeks. When I heard that, well it wasn’t pretty…. Me on the floor sobbing hysterically into the phone, screaming into the sky with a raised fist. The poor guy on the other end felt so sorry for me (or he really wanted to shut me up) found a seat on the next flight… Which was in 3 hours time.
2. Expectation: I would have all my amazing couture, vintage and brand named clothes neatly packed into my suit case.
The Hard Reality: Seeing as I had less then 30 mins to get to the airport (see 1.) I picked up what ever clothes I could find, threw them into my suitcase, grabbed my passport and ran for dear life, praying with every breath that I would not miss the flight. Which unfortunately meant, upon closer inspection in Aus I had 1 jacket, 6 pairs of leggings, underwear, 2 shirts and about 50 summer dresses… It was the middle of winter and about 15 degrees in Aus… So summer dresses were not a desired garment,
3. Seeing the “ex” and presuming it would be the same as the last time we saw each other, as we prided ourselves on being friends first.
The Hard Reality: One word Awkward. *To be fair the third time we met up the awkwardness had passed, which I put down to lack of our mutual friends being there.
4. My skin would be clear without a blemish in sight.
The Hard Reality: Apparently flying aggravates my skin, so I looked pubescent.
Obviously seeing my family and friends, was great and I am so glad I went, but now I feel displaced. Aus no longer feels like home (it’s cold and there is no social scene for me to terrorize). Does that mean I am now an official Dubain?
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