Today I’m leaving Sao Paulo for Florianopolis. I’ve caught up with a friend from overseas who’s come in to see me. But at the same time, I’m a little meloncholy.

I used Sao Paulo as a place to stop and recharge, getting an Airbnb to myself and taking some time off from touring. As a result, I spent a bit of time walking the local streets aimlessly, not looking for touristy things, more for good places to eat and watching TV alone in my apartment. Plus, I had some friends there who I caught up with for dinner and to go out. The whole experience made me feel like living a normal life, without constantly moving and looking for the next place.

Anf then today, I was watching a video and the guy started singing a bit of “I still call Australia home” and I was hit by a wave of melancholy homesickness. It doesn’t help that when travelling people are always taking about where they’re from. But for some reason, that moment hit me like the others didn’t. I don’t know if it was combined with the apartment and having friends from before travelling. At the moment, I am just thinking about home and missing people there. It’s been nearly 100 days away, so I guess that’s fair enough.

I need to give some of my friends from home a call.