Sick and Homesick

This time, tonsilitus, and it has me depressed. I keep dreaming and thinking of home, even though I just had great week away on Pemba island (a very strange and disorganised holiday) but now all I can think about is that home is far away and so is the job that I love. I enjoy the job here, but it's been a lot of fighting and hard work (I guess it was the same back home) but it really makes a huge difference not having the same class all day, it's hard to develop love and respect with 700 children at once for only 40 minutes each week.
I shouldn't really whinge to everybody but I miss home and wonder if I can do another year afterall. It's only just hit me and I'm wondering why. Up until now all has been great and I've been motivated to stay another year but right now, I think if I could go back next week I might. Logically, I know that once back in Canberra, I would probably regret the early return but it's easy to ignore logic.
In my strange, low thoughts I feel the same as I was feeling just before I left Australia... when I was sad and didn't really want to go but had already sold everything and packed! Life is strange sometimes and I tend to jump right into it and then wonder why.
A more cheery blog is bound to be on the way with photos of our recent trip.
Miss you all