I've been travelling for just over a month and for the most part I haven't really missed home. Nothing beyond the superficial level anyway. Just a bit of longing for my bed, my bathroom, my language. But tonight I saw a Facebook post about a flight to Canberra. (Now Canberra is literally a hole, it's at the bottom of like a valley so it is literally in a hole.) And I got a little home sick. Canberra isn't exactly home, it's the capital city, it's part of Australia but I think I've been there, maybe twice? but it just made me think of domestic flights. I've travelled Melbourne to Sydney once a year (sometimes twice) pretty much every year of my life. Domestic flights are home to me.
It's just funny, the little things that'll set you off, that you wouldn't ever think would.
