Our last day, but not yet our last words - 13 August
And we beat a hasty retreat from the comfortable surrounds of our hotel in anticipation of getting home. It would be fair to say that Scarlet is the only family member excited at the prospect of getting home and asks us every half hour “how much longer until we’re home?’ We grab breakfast on the go in the form of a takeaway coffee and bacon and egg roll. The sheer weight of traffic on the Hume Highway and the M2 is a stark reminder of life in greater Sydney and fast forwards my thought process to the journey to work I will have to make on Monday. We are thankful for the blue skies that accompany us on the journey home and we pull up outside the house at 11.00am. And so begins the long and tedious process of un packing and cleanig the camper trailer, putting the washing machine on - and, oh bliss a front loader that will actually wash the pindan dirt out of our clothes, replenishing shelves and cupboards, and unpacking all our personal effects that were stored away whilst the house was borrowed by someone else. The highlight of the day is bumping into local friends and neighbours which is the very best part about being home. Scarlet creates a riot in her bedroom as she unpacks all her sft toys, dolls and pram and buries herself amongst them for most of the day. The hours pass quickly with washing, unpacking, a pop in by our friends Sally and Gordon who bring a yummy, warm, home made loaf of sour dough and a walk into town by Scarlet and I to get a haircut. Mine still looks short despite the fact it has not been cut in 19 weeks. An intention to swing by our friend Janine’s to pick up our car becomes an extended play date for Scarlet with good friend Hunter, and a lovely catch up for us over a glass of red. We open up the Northen Territory Cabernet Merlot we brought only to taste something more closely resembling a fortified wine!
To finish off the travel blog I am going to post a few more lists and share our immersion back into everyday life because this is all part of the journey too and is the after shock of the wonderful eruption to life our 133 days on the road has been. Thank you fo being there with us.
