Ninth of July.

I'm sitting in the departures lounge of Coolangatta Airport. By all rights, I should be bored out of my brains. Though I'm not, thanks to a bit of careful planning and my two familiar companions. The ubiquitous pen and paper, of course.

I've been here since 11AM this morning. That's a good solid three and a half hours. Lucky I got here though, because I've been shifted to a much earlier flight. Which means I get to go home from here a little sooner.

The trip was a lot of fun. Full of wholesome and high-octane activity. Truly one of the better holidays I've had. The fun started the second I met my hosts at the airport, and didn't stop until I was dropped here at the airport once more, this very morning.

A great bunch of people.

I learned how to ride a motorbike, and became more proficient at gathering supplies for, and starting small domestic fires. The latter is definitely a skill I can make use of back here at home.

My smoking rate has drastically decreased, partly because these sun and surf types take offense to it, and partly because I didn't really see the need to smoke anyway.

Though I did feel homesickness in the form of a longing for someone very special to me. The piece "Longing..." was penned with the sole purpose of expressing this very feeling. It is one of my best pieces of work so far. It's published on this weblog, in fact.

Each piece of literature I write, coupled with new life experiences, gives me even more fuel for my creative fire. Fuel to create the next great work. Though they are quite small, people around me notice them, and hold them in high regard. Not bad for a mere hobby.

Not long to go now 'till I get back home.