I'm here.

I always get crazy-homesick when I'm on holiday, almost the second I arrive, which is incredibly painful but also kinda good, because it means I have a great life and amazing friends at home (and sometimes even a guy, if I'm lucky). But I've been nothing but happy these past couple of days.
I love waking up in the morning and thinking: "I'm in Australia, with my wonderful family, and I have three weeks of nothing but happy times to look forward to."

Also, Australia is nine hours ahead of English time. Which means... My eighteenth birthday is a whole day earlier! x