Day 36-38: FIN.

Tuesday the 11th of February.

Not much to say about today. I woke up at 8:30 to have my shower and finalise packing my stuff. Every single piece of my baggage is stuffed to the rim and it's so heavy. It's weird how in the gym I could easily lift 20kg and now I'm lifting my luggage and I'm struggling. Not a good fitness sign.

I left a note at the apartment thanking my cousin's roommates for letting me stay and made my way to the public bus to get my Megabus. I was forced to buy an extra megabus seat ticket because my backpack was so packed it counted as a carry on and my luggage was over the limit. Oh well it was still cheaper than a flight, and I have alcohol in my bag, they wouldn't allow it if I got a plane because it's not direct.

The bus ride was excruciating and I didn't get one minute of shut eye. It was horrible. All I pretty much did was listen to "Can't Remember to Forget You" by Shakira and Rihanna for 7 hours. No joke. The bus also smelt very bad and wasn't as pleasant as the trip from LA to Vegas. We stopped at a Mcdonalds and I had a medium fries with a hot and spicy mcchicken. I'm starving. Don't judge.

Finally we reached Union Station and I got a shuttle bus to LAX where I purchased alcohol for my dad and cologne for myself because it was so cheap. YSL. Yes bitch I'm designer!

So now I'm en route to Sydney for 15 hours. This whole trip has been one of self discovery, independence, bravery and hardship. I left being so rebellious and filled with hatred towards my parents that this was a major fuck you to them but being away from them for nearly 6 weeks has really made me appreciate them. This trip has helped me make new friends and meet interesting characters, however I SOLELY attribute to my outgoing and exuberant nature. No one would've befriended me if I wasn't the one to be all up in their grill. Instead of being filled with hatred towards friends or people that don't care about me, who I now obviously and definitely know, it becomes more of a tolerance issue. Don't tolerate people who don't care about you, but at the same time don't give them your energy and persistence by hating them. Just cancel them out of your life. I can't wait to go home and block people that don't care about me out of my life, and they're gonna know it. I've strengthened so many friendships and created new ones to have sour lemons dragging me down.

After my Euro trip 6 months ago I became a spoilt little sex brat and this trip has made me a mature yet still outgoing young man, or so I think.

The next two days will be spent in transit. I leave on Tuesday night on my flight and arrive Thursday afternoon.

I just realised I didn't make a post about my Britney experience but I will edit my display picture caption with the story.

If you read this blog, I honestly thank you. I've gone deep into detail and tried to recount to the best of my ability. If you ever at any time read this blog please tell me. It really means a lot to me, whoever you are.

I've gained a passion for travel and blogging and appreciation so much so that I will continue blogging in the future about my adventures in life under a new url.

Stay tuned because this is only the beginning of a changed Stefano.

Thank you.