New Years Eve makes us wonder about many things. Where did we go wrong , where did we go right, and what the hell are we going to do this year.
New Years Day however brings something different.
Upon waking up in the New Year, I awoke to a familiar destination , I had arrived at to the land of the Hangover. Going to Hangover Land is like going on a holiday, however a holiday in Hangover Land is a strange one. A normal holiday consists of a long trip there, a lovely time during, and then an even longer trip home. However Hangover land is different. The trip there is epic fun, filled with laugh, giggles and drinking. Then you arrive and the world might as well end because Hangover land is horrible. All you can do is lie under the covers and endure the headache, only associated with Hangover Land. Also the water here seems horrible, it burns your throat and yet you feel compelled to drink it. On another note the floor in Hangover lands also seems a bit wobbly, walking is
a difficult and painful experience, to fix this you take paracetamol, yet in Hangover land it seems to do nothing. You realize another thing, Hangover Land is the loudest place one earth! Why is the air so loud here you ask? Why do so people always seem to be shouting? You mutter “just be quiet please” and nobody listens. You just have to accept that you are here in Hangover land until you leave at a time that you have no control over.
The journey home from Hangover land is much better, you slowly but surely piece together the journey there and realise that going to Hangover land was worth it just for the journey there.
I, like many, went to Hangover Land on January 1st 2012. It made me think about all my other journeys. My favorite being after a work do on the 23rd December 2009. I had just finished my part time employment with a metal manufacturer 
in Cornulla, Australia. The boss insisted on taking us out for a night out. This ‘night out’ started at 10am and by 2pm the world was a truly magical place. My next memory is being put on a train home at 5pm. I later woke up, I found myself under a train seat in a suburb of Sydney. The train was dark and empty, as it would be because the time was 11pm. Cro
nulla seemed a long way off. I managed to find my way off the deserted train and boarded one to Cronulla. I was 20 mins from home when i decided a short nap couldn’t hurt… 1am, I awoke, I was at the end of the line, sleeping in a terminated train. How I got home from there I do not know, the hostel I was staying at the time, recalls finding me by the front door muttering something about trains. I was put to bed and when I awoke I was in Hangover Land, needless to say i stayed there a while.
To Summarise…. Hangover Land is not a great place to visit, but the journey there is awesome.
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