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The wanderlusters hangover.

The wanderlusters hangover.

There I was, lying empty, motionless, what felt like soul-less in the musty smelling bedroom at my parents house. The room wasn't lived in any more (kind of what my body felt like right now), I left there when I was 22. What seemed like a shoe box held all of my (physical) life, bags of clothes that I hadn't opened for three and a half years, boxes wall to wall full of who know what. I couldn't believe all these things belonged to me and I didn't know where to start in trying to sort it all out. My insides truly felt empty as I reached for my phone to numb my mind. Only to find my Facebook news feed flooded with photos of the latest 17cm snowfall, a place that seemed so close but in an instant had now become my old life on the other side of the world.