I’ve left behind the country that gave us the neck tie and the dalmatian, and have returned home (?) to London to start up a life for myself. I had an amazing time in the Balkans, and the last few days in Zagreb were fantastic. Hanging out with Veronika’s cousins and their friends has given me special and highly personal insights into the country. I couldn’t have asked for more.

On my last night in Zagreb we went to a graveyard outside the city centre designed by the architect responsible for some of Zagreb’s greatest buildings. It was stunning and eerie, and the evening light, fall leaves and quiet breeze made it seem... otherworldly. Veronika bought flowers to place on the graves of her Grandparents. It was strange, nice.

As we left the cemetery I finally found the Zagreb feet shot I had been waiting for. It seemed apt, given my departure.

I’m excited. I’m stressed. I’m nervous. I’m optimistic. I really hate my hostel - from hearing drunk Aussies moan and groan in dorm-room sex acts, to being woken up every two hours during the night (by Drunk Aussies). Seriously... why has the lowest common denominator of Australian backpacker chosen my hostel?

I need a home. Some viewings tonight, and every finger and toe on my body is crossed.