In all fairness to my new friends who've all started reading my blog quietly, and emailed me or left a comment about this week's postings, I have to admit that there is a tinge of hope glowing from your support. It might have just been my impatience and the fondness of a hurried lifestyle with the comforts of home, (and a number of other things) that has made me wish I had adjusted quicker here that brought me to loathe living in Sydney.

I would have only been here five months come Tuesday. Almost three months of which was spent sick in bed and emotionally caught up in my own thoughts of what I want in my life. When I had gotten myself out of it, I decided to try something new and meet friends with a "friends ad". That left me about a little over a month and a half to invest in creating a new network of friends I could seek social, emotional and moral support from. From that little time, the news that I decided to go home to work had brought two friends to want to organize a little farewell party for me, and another new friend persuading me to come back by giving me a list of things to look forward to which she wants to share with me. What stirred me most was when the latter said to me last night,

"You're a positive influence in my life... You're a resilient person. ...You must come back."