It's almost as if I'm living in the wrong place. I can't describe the complete and utter feeling of landing in England. If you've ever gone away for a while and come home with that feeling of all the weight gone, of only good memories and a fresh start, I guess you could say it's something like that.
Right now i've only been off the plan for 4 hours and 30 minutes - long enough to realise that being here back in Australia hardly feels like home having called England home for the past three weeks.
The plane ride over didn't seem like a long way, despite it being 24 hour flight. The moment I got off the plane I was in Oxford Street shopping, the biggest and depression thoughts of my life gone - apart from the ones I had to tackle in England itself (my grandmother's health, and my friends suicide attempt two months ago). Needless to say being in England was bittersweet. Being so close to my family, it was almost like I had brothers and sisters. My little cousin Emily (the only other girl on my dad's side) was like glue to me - coming into my room to watch Doctor Who with me, shopping and borrowing my things without asking. God I love her.
Possibly the best name for a night club (one which till I was there Kirstie worked at) has to be cookies and cream. Not only do I love the ice-cream but with 1 pound drinks - you can't go wrong there. My cousins were buying me drinks left right and centre like I didn't have to pay for one and after like 6 I was pretty much gone but we kept going on - Steven has all the photos, actually I have some on my smaller camera, I should go and find the cord to that or something.

Then there was the wedding, oh what a night, a blast with dancing and meeting new people (Harry esp) Jen looked beautiful, and my cousin for the first time in like ever was actually acting grown up, despite us all waiting for him to do the typical Feargal joke - which just happened to be the cake. This received many laughs from everyone. I basically met one side to my family I had not seen in a while.
The worst past I found was when they decided to roast a pork in front of everyone. I don't eat pork but the poor creature, even knowing they suffered no pain - I still felt terrible for the animal. I hated how people - my cousin mark especially for one thing - loved eating it in front of me just because they knew it disturbed me.
It was funny at the end of the night we bribed two taxi's to take us instead of the people it was meant for just so we could get home :P
Also I should mention that the venue itself looked bloody beautiful, and expensive for one thing. I wished I could have lived there or had some more time to wander the grounds, not in heals and get some good photos.
In between that time we headed over to Ireland to meet the Kerin/Foley side of my family and I have to say it was sad seeing my cousins grave who died when he was in NT, Australia back in 2005. Only 21. Most of my cousins are coming our to Australia in December so I'm going to go and see them, spend a few nights where they have booked a place, or just stay at Sean's since he is close to them.
I think the most beautiful thing I saw in Ireland just happened to be the night I saw the grave. The sky was pretty much dark, with a hint of a thousands blues. The moon illuminated high up in the sky (a full moon be at that) casting it's reflection against the river, leading out into the ocean, causing the town opposite the river to be reflected by the light of the moon. I wish I had taken a photo but I had failed to take my camera with me, not thinking I was going to need it at 9pm at night.
I won't drag on everything that happened, it was a live changing experience one which upon returning is starting to stir up things I don't exactly want to go into right now. I'm going to watch some movies and get some sleep, after all I need it
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