It’s been 4 years, 7 months and 24 days since I left Australia in May 2011. The closest I got ever since was when flying over the red continent on my way from Auckland to Singapore a year later.
The taxi ride from the airport yesterday was an array of flashbacks. The distinct vegetation, the streets, the cars and the shops all brought back memories. They were all good memories and I realised what a rich and fulfilled year the time in Australia had been.