I haven’t been writing much. I’ve been very busy since I got back from Mexico. Most of my activity has been focused on my next adventure. I’m delighted and a bit freaked out by turns. After a year of preparation and a nine month long application process, only this has made me feel like it’s really happening.So for the last month I’ve been immersing myself so much in where I’m going and what I’m going to do there that I kind of forgot why I came back to Australia — to spend time with my family, watch the leaves turn red, eat my favourite and familiar foods and have a few moments of quiet before life gets all exciting again.
Lately I’ve been having these little pangs of what I’m calling homesickness-in-advance. The yellow hills dotted with greyish gum trees on the drive back from Sydney, call of a kurrawong, and crunch of acorn caps under my feet at the bus stop are provoking a wistfulness that I’ve never experienced before.I’ve never really been homesick. I do sigh with relief when the plane lands and I step out into home, but I’ve never wanted to go back early. I hope that how I’m feeling about where I am now isn’t a sign that’s going to change!
