nothing is quite as beautiful as watching sydney unfold as the sun rises while you drop from 30000 feet in a plane full of poms. they were impressed. its a beautiful sight, and not just because theres no place like home. that coastline north of sydney is really something else. but yes, after 48 hours travelling i was pretty homesick and had to restrain myself from kissing the tarmac. i have now showered and eaten my first batch of vegemite toast. i am never going away without it again. i tried marmite in london, it was passable but not quite the same. there are some things one just cant live without it.
24 hours on a plane makes my back hurt. my knees also hurt and i have a blackened toe nail, as if a blood vessel burst. movies arent quite as good on 7 inch screens. its surprising how humid sydney is, even just after 10 days. the crap coffee at sydney airport at 730 this morning was better than just about any other coffee i had in the entire UK, apart from at flat white in soho (thanks shelley!). trents hair has grown. he swore at me on the mobile within 5 minutes of me being home because i got cranky with him for not being right there where i was at arrivals. so things are all normal there. i didnt forget how to drive, tho i was a bit erratic on the harbour bridge just now (trent had to go to work poor thing). jem nearly wet himself when he saw me, possum just rolled over for a tummy rub. the water pressure here is great. so is fresh white bread toasted with vegemite. i have 94 posts on bloglines to read and i think some sleeping to do, so this is just a teaser. there will be more, complete with photos, later. maybe tomorrow.
kxx
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Welcome home!! Travel is fabulous, but own bed, own shower, view from own window, own stuff....go, sleep, then tell us all about it!
sleep first. definitely.
sorry to hear maybe growed-up life got in the way of wooltrip life.
so glad you're home safe and sound! Looking forward to seeing you!
I was away for 10 months - coming home felt wonderful! And unreal.
squeeeeeeeeeeee! you are back! hurrah!! don't sleep too much in the day, or you won't sleep tonight!!
isn't it fabulous to get back into your own bed. That's one of my favourite things about holidays - my own bed at the end of it!!
Welcome back. Aren't the uncomplicated greetings from your dogs just the best thing when you've been away?
w00t for Flat White - a saviour in a city full of heathens.
Welcome home, Australia at sunrise is quite amazing isn't it?
And enjoy your bed. And shower. Its the best, isn't it?
It's those Pope coloured socks, they've made you go all Papal!! It is always good to go away but even better to return home!!!
Vegemite an absolute must while away! I have a cupboard stocked with supplies at all times...thanks to family sending love packages :) Nothing like home...just I am not sure where 'home' is anymore :/
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