A brief trip back to the beginning

I'm in an uber hipster bar waiting for my breakfast to arrive. The waitress tells me it takes a bit for this particular order. My response: "it's ok, I'm not in a rush." (Said in Hebrew). I still can't get over the decadence of that statement. Five months into my travels and I'm getting used to the rhythm of this new life I've chosen. It's like improvised jazz (that's a genre, right?) sometimes it's fast and wild and then other times it's slow flowing liquid- time creeps at its own languid pace.

Anyway... I left Australia in November 20.

Did it make sense to leave Asia Pacific and head back to London? Probably not. But 10 days with my best friends, including what promised to be an epic Thanksgiving dinner, was too good to pass up. So I essentially flew half way around the world (23 hours) for a big meal. Totally worth it.

Going back to London felt a bit strange after so many months. It was like going home in one sense, but then somehow it also felt totally foreign. I spent my days going to yoga, seeing friends, and when Thanksgiving did roll around, cooking up a storm. We were four adults crammed in a kitchen all determined to figure out how to make a traditional turkey day feast: I now know how to make a real Thanksgiving turkey, how to make gravy from scratch (it takes 24 hours) and that if I'm left to tend bar, how to get a group of otherwise responsible adults utterly hammered. 

10 days flew by, and suddenly I was waiting in passport control in Ben Gurion airport getting my three month visa.