It was definitely different, spending Christmas and New Years without our families.
I haven’t spoken to Yen about it, but I missed mine. I missed my puppy. I missed my cat. And I missed my brothers and sisters. My parents are getting a bit older and I felt like that is one less Christmas I’ll get to spend with them. New Years followed and I felt the same again.
I’m sure Yen did too. It was her idea we came home early.
We started our trek down south on the 17th of December and were home on the 1st of Jan. Two full weeks away from all the things that we love.
But in return, we experienced two full weeks of all these new experiences, we have grown to miss.
We started off in rural NSW and were lucky enough to have Edwina Robertson show us her true home. Her family farm. Their dam, their dogs and of course, their cows.
The drive kept us going south until we reached Melbourne and Adelaide, were we got to catch up with some of my past couples, who spoiled us with home made burgers (The Hungry Babushka), a couple of cricket games at the MCG and Etihad, *the* zoo and of course, the drive along the Great Ocean Road.
Yeh, I missed home. But now I’m home, I miss the places and the people we got to spend time with. The antarctic breeze at Port Macdonnell. The dirt roads. The farms. The mountains and the water.
I miss sitting on an empty jetty, fishing with my daughter.
I miss walking into the darkness of the MCG and seeing the light come through as you walk into the open space.
I miss watching Yen and Ayvia hug at the top of a cliff, overlooking endless water and waves.
I miss it all.
I’m glad we went and came home.
And I’m glad we have such good friends who showed us around, spent time at the stadiums with us, who let us sleep under their roof and made us dinner.
Thank you, friends.
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