Oz

So how idid it feel to be home?  Wonderful.

One minute you’re here, in a flash you’re there and suddenly and wonderfully, it feels like you’ve never left.  The brown grass is the same, the clean grid of houses is the same, Mum and Dad are at the airport to pick us up and cruise us home, their dog is at the door, all the smells are the same, the beautiful trees are the same, the coffee is a lot better than you know where…  A lot of things have never changed and I love it.

But there is a weird part to coming back and this part is where you fit in with people.  Being away for most of the year means you have to step back and accept the distance from these loved people on an everyday level.  Sure, I make calls home and speak to my parents often, but it isn’t the same and I’ve had to sort of ‘train’ myself to endure the distance by allowing myself to let go.  It’s too hard for me to keep it up 100% in two places at once.  My heart is in both, but I take a step back and act less wherever I am not. Then suddenly, I come back and have to get a handle on my excitement – near-hysteria –  over seeing all these adored people in person again.  This can be really strange.  I act either overwhelmed and vague or like a babbling idiot, wanting to toast every moment with everyone with gallons of bubbles.  Not good for the head.

Look, sorry for the blah it’s hard to explain.  I’ll try and explain it better later.

For now I want to celebrate having new eyes on home.  Images and places I always took for granted seem to be so exotic now!  Australia can be so tres chic – and oh so wonderfully tres kitsch.  I always knew this I guess about home, but now I love it even more.

flying in to Adelaide
flying in to Adelaide
one of many signs around Aldinga beach - a favourite beach of ours
around Aldinga beach – a favourite place
Yellow Flowering Gum
Yellow Flowering Gum
accommodation on a friend's farm, New Year's Eve
accommodation on a friend’s farm, New Year’s Eve
New Year's day 2013, beach car park
New Year’s day 2013
yeah, yeah, a kangaroon crossing.  yawn yawn!
yeah, yeah, a kangaroon crossing. yawn yawn!
class
class
sheep shed
sheep shed
bbq'd sausages and sauce on bread (Lilas consumes a 1000 each Christmas)
bbq’d sausages and sauce on bread (Lilas consumes a couple of hundred each Christmas)
...and this is what Mum consumes
…and Mum consumes this
...and this
…and this (next time K and H!!)
spooky
spooky
oh what the hell, I love this so here it is again...
oh what the hell, I love this so here it is again
road to nowhere
road to nowhere
heading to some of my favourite beaches in South Australia
heading to some of my favourite places in South Australia
Aldinga Beach
Aldinga Beach
could do with this back in France
could do with this in France
The Capri - a much-loved movie theatre around the corner from where I used to live.  'The Mighty Wurlitzer' is played live, each Friday and Saturday night
The Capri – a much-loved movie theatre around the corner from where I used to live. Each Friday and Saturday night, ‘The Mighty Wurlitzer’ makes its appearance.  As the ads finish, an oompah loompah of noise begins and there, rising up through the floor before the screen, emerges the mighty organ with its pianist banging waywardly on the keys with his legs flying across the foot pedals, providing the pre-movie entertainment.
interior at the Capri
interior at the Capri

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