Monday, 20 June 2016

Returning Home

Tonight, as I look towards the horizon from our back deck, the orange and silvery lights of our city's airport twinkle in the dark. My eyes follow the distant blinking lights of the planes as they take off or come in to land. Tomorrow night, I'll be a passenger on one of those departing planes and I'll be winging my way home.

Home. To my mother's front door. To the place where I grew up. To lush, green rolling hills. To tall gum tree scrub. To icy-cold waterfalls, crater lakes and deep waterholes. To fresh, country air. To bonfires. To a night sky not dimmed by thousands of city lights but illuminated by a vast and shining splattering of stars.


We'll travel together and I can't wait to show my now older boy these places. To whisper: This is where I grew up. These are my memories. Share them with me. Make your own.

I'll be away from this space for a little while as we holiday up "home" and I'll post again when I get back here home. Until then, I hope you enjoy your days in your home, wherever that may be.

Meg










8 comments:

  1. Sounds delightful, no need to tell you to enjoy yourself.

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    1. Thanks, Kathy. We did enjoy our holiday. Far North Queensland was very warm...seems we avoided a cold snap here in the South East!

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  3. I hope you have a wonderful trip. The place you grew up sounds idyllic, I am looking forward to seeing photos!

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    1. Thanks! We did have a wonderful trip home. I always feel blessed to have grown up in the tropical north of Australia.

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  4. Hope you had a great time going home is always great.

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    1. We had a fantastic time, especially our boy. So much room to run around, play and kick his footy on his Grandma's property.
      You must be looking forward to going home to NZ too, Fiona.

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