On going back to places

I don't often go back to places. I've been told I'm always in different places, which is kind of true, but I hardly ever go back. This year I've done it twice.

I went back to Bournemouth, where I'd done my first tefl job, met some cool people and had a good time. This time round everyone had either swine flu or expected swine flu, no one really clicked and most of the students (who we got on wekl with last time) were just too rich, and unaware of it (always asking us to do things we couldnt afford etc, waving 50s in our faces, that kind of thing).

Portugal round 2, where I'd worked last year.
Weather wasnt as good, though seeing my old house, in Ajuda, going back to Cambridge and training with my old training partner Pedro, were all good.

I have to say I hadn't expected to feel nostalgic or sad, but there were feelings of doubt. Should I be back in Portugal, doing a second year? I did def miss speaking Portuguese, and some of the characters in my old life. I even missed my eccentric landlord.

I'm glad I went back, but resolved to try to carve out a new year, doing different things.
Heck, I can always go back...... another time!

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