Just arrived in sydney airport. It’s a lovely sunny day. All I want to do, though, is curl up into a ball somewhere and recuperate from all of the sundering that’s been going on. I miss my Tom, my Jackie, my flatties and all the rest of my wellington family.

FUCKING FUCK. I WANNA GO HOME (to nz) or else just go straight to ireland. Nice and all as it seems here, it’s not where my head wants to be right now. Gotta go find guy.

Much love, more later when I’m not so tired and upset.

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