"Home is Wherever I’m With Youse" *
After a crazy busy few days, I’m finally back home in Marrawah! And oh, what a welcome home! Just look at the sign Dad made me. I always wondered where my arty streak came from…
I’ve been dreading this post a little bit. How do I encapsulate all the feelings swimming around in my brain? Home, after ten months travelling the world!
My dear Bridget came and picked me up from the airport, and she came bearing gifts! Lucky Lindsey! We had a ball posing for photos, could hardly believe it when some cranky woman didn’t want to take a shot for us because she was waiting for her bags. Huh!
I was pretty pooped after a long trip from Lima, Peru. I spent 40 minutes in Duty Free learning about Pisco, only to lose my haul in New Zealand. I, and many other English speakers on the LAN flight understood to “take all personal belongings with you” while we jumped off for them to clean the plane. Turns out they actually said “bring supplies for Auckland Airport Security’s next Christmas party.” Marcus, my old boss asked me if I cried more or less than usual whilst travelling and to answer that, I admit that every one of those English speakers on my flight came to comfort me and my snot whilst waiting to get back on our aircraft.
So, don’t do that; take your liquids off the plane in Auckland. Another must-not is to bring HIGHLY RISKY, DANGER DANGER processed dulce de leche into Australia. I was worried my Border Security appearance would be due to the three kilograms of Ned’s rocks I carried through, but no, it was Latin America’s answer to Nutella. Foot and Mouth Disease, yo. Terrifying stuff. I guess that’s the thought of the little Chinese lady bringing some sort of dried animal fetus in. Not that scary, really.
Annnnd…the rush to come home was worth it, look how gorgeous the bride and the rest of us look! Everything fell into place beautifully and I cried on the night, with the happiness of being back with all the people I love so much.
It’s taken three days, but my confidence has soared and I feel like Lindsey once again! I’m not sure if many travellers discuss this, but I think it’s easy to lose sight of yourself when you’re on the road. I met so many new people and did so many new things that it was easy to forget those solid things that make me, me. I have such a marvellous support network, that are with me all the way, but there’s nothing like being back and seeing my favourite faces lit up at the sight of me. Lit up with a grin as wide as mine. It’s gonna be a tough road without Ned and not knowing what exactly I’ll do next, but for now, I can’t think of a more exciting journey and one I’d rather be on.