My last day in Huntingdon, pancake day! I went into town this morning with my cousin Bev and her two lovely kids Libby and Harry. We entered the kids in the pancake race, Harry went first and won his race, but dropped his pancake along the way. Libby was doing really well until she dropped her pancake and ended up really upset. After the race we went into a nearby coffee shop and everyone else but me had a hot drink, I had an ice coffee even though it was about minus three outside.

After our coffee Bev took me back to Aunty Wendy's place where I was given my last big dinner, followed by pancakes afterwards. I sat around for the rest of the day not doing much of anything and appreciating my little town. I went upstairs to begin the epic task of packing to go back to Australia (notice how I never call this "home" anymore) a concept so alien, I couldn't even fathom why I was doing it.

I'm happy here, why am I leaving, why do I keep leaving to go back to a place where I'm virtually unappreciated? I know exactly what's going to happen when I get back, everyone will fuss over me for the first week or so, and then it will be getting taken for granted again, or worse, basically told to shut up when I mention anything to do with being overseas. What the hell else am I supposed to talk about? This is no just some trip overseas, this is my life now. The nightmares have started again too, the nightmare of waking up back in Australia and wondering, what the hell have I done? I don't know what it will be like this time, but when I came back from Africa in 2010 the reality was actually so much worse than the nightmare. Maybe it won't be as bad this time, after all, I have a ticket back to London in May and this is only a visit. It my subconscious fear of getting trapped acting up again I guess.

I finished my packing and managed to check in online for my Qantas flight and get window seats. I can't believe Qantas are charging for advance seat selection now, what a rip off. I climbed into bed, in my cost room with the snow falling outside, not surprisingly sleep eluded me.