So as I sit here writing this I am surrounded by clothes and essentials, my passport and documents and a seemingly endless list of things I think I need to take with me. Tomorrow I leave for Australia.
It’s been six years since I last visited, a portion of my family have been here for over 20 years. It’s also been two years since I took longer than two days off work. I have habit of getting so caught up in work it is often a stretch of years between holidays for me. The last time I went I was just 20 years old, the furthest I had ever flown was four hours on a school trip to Russia with 40 others. This times it was 24 hours and I would be alone. It was a sudden and unplanned booking and I left myself with just a three week turnaround time to get my things sorted before I left.