After 40 hrs of travel, my niece and I safely arrived to the land down under. (Now the song is stuck in your head yes? haha). Luckily there wasn't much problems with travel and the layovers for each flight (four TOTAL) was perfect. Not too short, not too long... enough to stretch, find the next gate, grab a meal or snack, bathroom, charge Iphone (for my on board musical and angry bird entertainment)... load plane..take off (annnndddd...repeat.). Landing on the last was quite rough turbulence, but other than that, all was good! Oh, and did I mention this gal was totally sleep deprived?? Yeah.... certainly was. First night here I am sure I was in bed and asleep by 9:30... up at 7 the next morning. And while I was totally exhausted, this also allowed me the chance to quite quickly get on a normal schedule here. So, guess I can't complain. Oh who are we kidding? Of course I'm gonna complain!! HAHA. jk. ;)
Night one was dinner at a local Asian joint, Kulcha. As we sit waiting for our meal, I looked and there was an empty spot where a table once sat. I suddenly remembered this table and the significance of said missing table. It was where on my last night in Perth in March, after Wayne and I broke up (which thank god didn't last...obviously...) that we had dinner.....My plane wasn't leaving Perth until late (like 11:30pm I believe) and Wayne offered to take me to dinner, and recommended this restaurant knowing I liked it. We went and we talked, not about what was going on, but just like old friends. Which by all means, we were. We laughed. We fought back tears and attempted to hide emotions. It was somewhere in those two hours that something sparked. A fire that I thought had burned out, was actually stronger than ever. So, fast forward four months, and there we were again. My first night home. How appropriate, and unplanned even. Although this time, there were no tears, and no moments of awkward silence.
Today was Saturday. I cooked breakfast, we sat and looked at the sales ads and chatted at the kitchen table for a bit after a nice sleep in. Which also meant for the second morning, I got to wake up and hear the words "good morning" and "I love you" face to face. Today's agenda? Laundry, relaxing, grocery shopping... the normal typical Saturday stuff for most typical couples..... The simple day to day things that I didn't realize just how much I missed until today. At all.
One thing I have noticed (well, I've noticed a lot, but as far as blog worthy things go).... ok, guess I should start with a back story on this one. I grew up in a town called Richmond, but for the past 7 or 8 years, I lived in Lexington. No matter what, I always felt at "home" in Lexington. Richmond....not so much. But Lexington... ahhh.. THAT was home. Even when I didn't have a "home" in Lexington. Yup, even then. So fast forward to Thursday afternoon upon arrival to Perth. On the drive to Wayne's parents house from the airport (ehh.. about a 30 min drive I guess?) I instantly got the feeling that not a day had gone by. Talking with the future in laws, didn't feel like a day had gone by. I thought that certainly this was simply related to jet lag and exhaustion. Next stop was home. I walked into the house and again, not a day had gone by. I quickly discovered I remembered where everything was. I knew which drawer the silverware was placed in. I knew exactly where the towels were. Without even looking, I could successfully get the dirty clothes into the clothes hamper. Again, it felt like it hadn't been but perhaps a week since I was last here.... if even that long. I can now say with all my heart.. I am home.
I am *home*.
