My name Is Vicki

Hi, My name is vicki and im here today because i have a problem. i am an Oz-o-holic. And if there isnt an official term for this already, then there should be. Exactly one week ago today, i was there, enjoying life. 7 and a half sweet months of it, that just so happened to be the best time of my life. Now, i know i am only 21, and i will have more wonderful experiences yet to come in my life, but for now Australia is all that i can think about. I have now returned to my university in Reading, to my second year and am living in a house with 4 friends. Its just not the same though. For a start i miss the chirpy ozzy accent. Watford and Wolverhampton is just not going to cut it for me! Everytime i do anything here, i cant help relate it in some way to an experience i had there. Shopping, lectures, sleeping, eating.... you know when you feeel like your not quite in a day, you're in a sort of daze... this is my permanent feeling. I miss my friends, and the scariest part is not knowing when i will next see them again because its so far away. I vow to go back one day, but till then can someone help me overcome these mundane feelings i have whilst living in dreary England?!