As promised, I’m returning to normal programming. No more dreamy posts about my adventures in Paris or being in transit in Doha and no more photos of both extremely photogenic locations.
I’m back at work happy. With the return to the busyness, my colleagues, the thinking and the low key drama.
The landscape, sky and lights are beautiful in Paris as they are in Sydney. While Paris makes me feel adventure, indulgence and excitement – looking out on Sydney in the morning evokes feelings of gratitude, belonging and anticipation of the day ahead.
The shopping’s definitely different back home. Walking down the road clutching a good old Woolies rotisserie chicken is definitely not a Parisian habit. Even if the bag does match your new (French) handbag.
Nothing says home like a trip to Bunnings. Unfortunately, we missed sausage sizzle day but we are accessorized for summer courtesy of the official Bunnings straw hat.
Driving in Sydney traffic is a skill you never lose, even if you’ve been away for a while. A bit like riding a bike, I suppose.
There was Coke No Sugar sipped at the lights and there was T Swift on the stereo. The combination of the two always makes me feel like summer and holidays are never far away…
Now here’s something I didn’t see in Paris or ever before in my life! A mama bird has built a nest in a tree at school. It’s on a low hanging branch and her chicks have hatched. She was feeding them late in the afternoon when Master SSG lead me up the steps to get a closer look.
It’s wonderful to be back home and back living my normal everyday life but there’s still a feeling in my heart. Perhaps it’s because summer is so close, as is the Christmas / New Year break. Whatever the reason, the heart says more travel is needed. Soonish.
So we’re headed to the beach for the weekend and I’m making a dent on my accumulated leave with tentative plans for next year’s (!!) travel.
Have you just returned from some place fabulous (but not as fabulous as home)? How are you coping?
