The caffeine is draining away. Getting sleepy. VERY sleepy.

Tonight they're showing Seabiscuit at the hostel with free popcorn! Sometimes I really love hostels.

I loathe saying goodbye. I loathe the panic of leaving. I'm glad that I gave myself a whole day to get things sorted.

Now I have time to think about those things that were so cool about my trip.

Enjoying/making fun of accents and idioms

Learning a lot about Aboriginal culture

Seeing some lovely beaches

Meeting the most amazing people with different life philosophies

Making friends from around the world

Gaining enough confidence in myself that I truly believe that I can do anything

Finding a happy, loving, smiley Cathy inside the stress-box-Cathy that left Canada a year ago

Discovering how I like to travel

Enjoying the artistic talents of others

Trying so many new things (thanks Jan!)

Remembering how young I am

Seeing/touching all those beautiful that I've only seen in photos

Renewing my faith in the human race and life in general

I guess that kind of makes it all worthwhile, or not? (see point #1)