Free- Flow Post... #7

I've been back for a day, woken up by my dad saying we're heading out to have brunch. When I woke up and got ready, only I was enlighten that he and my younger brothers were going to have brunch then after off to a game of par. I wanted to follow initially, but because I had to wait for my mom to pick me up upon arriving at the golf club I decided to just stay home and watch some TV. After lunch I headed up to the family room and started jamming on my own, how pathetic. I played the drums, bass and guitar. I headed down for a cup of water. This is the most interesting part, while I was drinking, I stared at the hill, and also known as Trig Hill, then I was clouded by this thought and wondered how I ended up back home, what was beyond this hill, from where I stood, it felt like that hill was where my journey began, and I have tracked back to where I began- Difficult to explain this sensation. I thought of my old friends in Melbourne, it gave me some sad thoughts. After that, I took my guitar and played it as loud as I could at the hall way, closing all doors but one. The echo that rang through the entire hallway made me feel like I was reborn for a new adventure that has yet to begin. (Nobody was at home) I know all these don’t make sense, but it was just sensational.

After jamming to the max on my own, I laid my guitar down and started watching some TV again, channel surfing hoping to find something that might interest me. After surfing I turned off the TV and went to take a nap. I woke up with a slight headache, maybe because I overslept. (Skipped) After I came back from supper, I went up to my room and took my clothes from my suitcase, (yes, I haven’t completely unpack yet), I felt a bit lost, confused really. Something is missing, and yes, my room keys. But I’m at home, why do I need my room keys? All the habits that I have adapted when living abroad.