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Mostly Jetlag

The trains looked like caterpillars, from above. The river was brown, but occasionally other things would sparkle. And then there was the London Eye, and then the Dome, the little cluster of skyscrapers, and the Gherkin, and there was Kew, and a canoe. I flew over them all, seeing England for the first time in 9 or 10 months. I had prepared myself for this by watching an episode of Being Human and an episode of No Heroics on the plane, and had become convinced England was full of vampires, ghosts, werewolves and superheroes.

Last night, I woke up many times during the night, confused at where I was. Odd that where I lived for 18 years could seem so unfamiliar in between dreams. I looked at the cards on the floor and they were from the Jason Donovan game. "Name a pop-star you fantasize about" they suggested. Somehow I wasn't wearing my watch, so went downstairs to look for a clock to find out the time. It was 5AM. I tried to sleep again.

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Welcome back. I think a Jason Donovan game would confuse anyone at 5am.

Thanks! I am generally feeling confused at the moment.

Confusion is my life's dominant mode. I envy people with certainty, even if they're completely wrong.

Spending substantial periods of time abroad can have a distancing effect - I was discussing this with a former VSO colleague a couple of weeks ago, and we've never really felt part of the UK since coming back. Anchor points are important for this though, and neither of us had really developed them in the past eight years. I suspect this may also vary with culture, as a lot of Australians presumably reintegrated very handily after spending a couple of years travelling.

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