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Phuket Town really started to feel like home for me. Why? Why this place in particular? Out of all those beautiful tropical islands? Well it’s because this is the first place, and the first time in nearly a month that I had good enough wifi to be able to actually catch up with friends and family from home. It’s amazing how quick the time goes here, and with rubbish Internet, I’ve just kept busy and coped with the odd email to catch people up on what I’ve been doing. Even sending pictures of what I had been doing to my family had been impossible! Thankfully it had been a busy few weeks and I’m lucky, I’m not the sort of girl who gets homesick. I can honestly say I haven’t once pined for home during my time here, but I have missed telling my friends and parents about all the exciting and cool things I’ve seen and done. I love sharing the experiences with them and it makes things all the more amazing by doing so, I enjoy reliving the experience and excitement through telling them about it.

So you can imagine my excitement, when with the seven hour time difference, I finally managed to get get hold of my best friends from home on FaceTime after attempting for several days in a row. It’s so difficult when I am seven hours ahead, I means I either try to contact when they are at work, or I have to wait until after a night out, when it is the early hours of the morning for me and all I want is to go to bed and get away from the mosquitoes. Plus with my phone out of action, it’s even harder to reach them quickly, thank god I brought my iPad along with me – it’s been a saviour! So after spending a few hours FaceTiming my two best friends in the world, it was amazing to relive every step of my trip with them from the beginning. They’ve been reading, but it’s not the same and I was excited to tell them about all the bits I haven’t blogged about as well as all the temples, people and food.imageThe following night, I finally managed to get hold of my parents after trying constantly for weeks with no success – it was so good to see them and to share my trip with them. It was also good to reassure them that I am okay, I am coping and having a great time, because you know how parents worry. Even better, it was good to hear about what they had been doing, just stuff like work and going to the cinema, hearings out the snow and what my grandad had been doing… To realise that normal life is still going on back at home, everyone is still living their lives – it’s so easy to feel like life at home has just stopped because you’re so far apart from it all. But it’s so nice to know that everyone is well and happy, it becomes all the more important to you when you’re around 10,000 miles away, those connections are all the more important for both sides, and you realise how precious some of those relationships really are.

It’s like when you go away to university and it really makes or breaks friendships – suddenly having to put in the time and effort to nurture the relationship is something that you either want to put the time I to or you don’t. If you don’t, that relationship is fucked, pardon my French. Friendship and love is a two way thing, without both sides putting in their all, you can’t expect it to be a success. When I went to university, I found this great, finally there was a filter on my friendships and the ones that were less good for my life ended up dropping away naturally, while the ones that were steadfast and true ended up blossoming into full blown friendships that I know will last for life. I’m talking about the girls who will stand beside me in bridesmaid dresses at my wedding, the guys who will laugh and hit festivals with me until we’re in nursing homes, I’m talking about the ones who love you know matter what.

Distance is a great tool for telling which relationships are worth it, which people are as crazy about you as you are about them, and it can be the best thing for you to get space sometimes to realise quite how much you value those in your life. Every single day I have several moments where a new friend reminds me of someone from back home who means the world to me, every day I see and experience amazing things that I immediately want to share with you guys back at home and that is why I love this blog – because I can share with so many of you exactly what I’m thinking, feeling and experiencing. FaceTime means just as much, because it means maintaining all those friendships and loves on a more personal note, telling all those deepest darkest thoughts and knowing that even if things go wrong, I have an army of people back home rooting for me. Thanks guys.

What does it mean to you to have contact with home while away travelling? How do you keep in contact with your loved ones while away? 

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