Carol King's words have never seemed more right than, well, right now. I'm so close to home. How easy it would be to stay a little and slot back into my old life. My mum makes it too easy. 'Why don't you just stay one night at home?' I let the thought permeate in my head...eating my dads' lamb roast, going for a drink at the Manly wharf bar, hanging out with my friends, waking up in my old room and sleeping in my old bed... This is the highest and lowest point of my trip so far.