I was a little bit sneaky and came home a bit early in time for my
sister's birthday. I didn't tell her and so she had a little bit of a
shock, but I think it was mostly a good shock. All that stuff about
killing me in my sleep was idle banter. I hope.
So I made it
home after a long trip via Singapore. My last day in Aus was very
special. I went to the Aussie Rules footy with another Rach, one of my
friends from Hobart who was in Melbourne for the weekend. It was my
first live match and although I didn't understand the game at all
before that day I picked it up quick enough. It was a lovely way to end
my trip.
At the end of more than ten months away my passport is
a mess. Fifteen previously blank pages have been filled with often
multiple stamps for the seven countries I went to. The front cover has
worn off so that you can't really tell where I"m from. Maybe that's
quite apt. At least I haven't lost my accent. Adjusting to life at home
is going to be hard. I miss travelling already and the weather during a Weegie summer is worse than and Aussie winter. But they say that home is where the heart is and my heart is where my family is. For that reason, if only that, it's good to be back.
