So I've now been in Germany 1 month, 3 days.

Upon seeing the lights of Munich for the first time from the air, I burst into tears. Travelling to Europe has been a long time coming. I finally feel closer to HOME than I ever have and strive to find that content feeling that will come when I'm bare foot on the land I know to be as much a part of me as my own blood.

Exactly 10 months and 22 days before I start my journey back to Australia. I feel like I had to leave a part of myself behind to find the missing piece. I feel detached and halved. Like my very core has been split up the middle, exposing my ripening quick, and I have to douse the wound in a mixture of grief and elation; freedom and responsibility to glue the very essence of my being back together when the times comes.

So here is where my journey will be expressed. I am forever searching, stumbling on bruised and cut feet, for the moment I feel whole.