I'm coming home.
Yesterday I cut my hair, that might seem like an odd thing to remark on, but at the time, it seemed a tangible representation of the time that has passed. I left home 53 days ago to find myself and to try to make a small impact on this world.
It is hard for me to reflect on what has changed in me, maybe after I return and the culture shock has worn off, I will find myself much the same as I left, only time will tell.
Tonight I am headed back into Karatu to spend my last couple nights before coming home.
I will be getting home tuesday afternoon.
Joanne and I
Ema and I
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