I could write about being in Oakland but instead it’s just hit me this morning that our travel days are now down to single digits. One more night in Oakland, two in LA, four in NZ and then we’ll land in Sydney. Mum has arranged to fly us back from Sydney airport to Orange. It’ll save us hanging around in Sydney all day and having to get across the city then spend 4 or 5 hours on a bus back. The plane takes less than an hour so we’ll be in Orange by 5pm.
My housemate, Jess, just posted to Facebook a picture of my dog sitting on her bed in my empty bedroom and all of a sudden I could smell the familiar smells of home and feel the boards under my feet and just couldn’t wait to be there. It’s a wonderful luxury to travel for so long that home is an exciting destination.
I wish I’d thought to take a few photos of my house and my family with me when I went travelling. People are always interested to hear about how others live. Hence the popularity of blogging, I suppose. Right now I am looking forward to everything familiar with a longing I haven’t felt in over a decade.
I wonder how long the newness of being home will last?