Since I left Perth, I’ve struggled to articulate what it is about that place. It was my first time leaving home, my first adventure, but that doesn’t do it justice. The coastline, the beaches, the clear water – that feels awfully cliché. The kangaroos, the blondes, the accents – too stereotypical. I had planned to go for two months but I stayed for six. I pushed my flight back three times. I told my parents I didn’t think I was coming home, but I couldn’t tell them exactly why. I didn’t know. I just knew I was really happy.