It had been 8 years. 8 long years since I left Perth, Australia.
It had been just over 2 years that I had been planning to go back. This time for a holiday.
When you go back somewhere you had been before, you think back to all the memories; to the good and to the bad. I thought back to how unhappy I had been living there, up until a couple months before I was due to fly back, because only then had I started to feel like I was settling in. I made one, true friend when I was there. Someone that over the past 8 years we have stayed in touch. We have cried together and we have laughed together. We have shared our worries and shared our happiness. We have been there for each other for the good and bad.
It was her that brought me back to Australia.
She was getting married and there was not a chance in hell that I was going to miss it.
Her fiance picked me up from the airport and on the way back, I recognised quite a lot of places; roads to where I used to live. I was amazed that it came quite so easily to me. I was impressed.
It was surreal. I couldn’t believe I was there. The flight over was long (I flew on Ethiad: Nairobi-> Abu Dhabi -> Perth) and didn’t get much sleep on the plane. Now I was also 5 hours ahead and my body clock had to get used to this.
There was lots of excitement and catching up to do, and I just hoped that the days would go slowly as I didn’t want to have to say farewell.
A Kenyan Slice of Life 