Monthly Archives: August 2011

No anywhere but home

Standard

I am back in the land of Oz and it is Ttttttte-rffic. I can’t even tell you how great it is to be home. I knew I missed it here but I didn’t know how much until I got home. I cried when I got to my room. All that wall paper and poo colour carpet I never felt overly sentimental about suddenly became the best thing I’d ever seen  To quote one of my all time favourite movies (The Wizard of Oz) “there’s no place like home”. That reminds me… I still haven’t unpacked my shoes. But never fear, I have already re-colour coded my wardrobe.

It’s amazing how quickly things can fall into place. Within days, both my husband and I were employed again. I got my old job back and my hubby began working for another stone masonry firm. We both feel so good working. It gives us a purpose. Days off are so much better when you’ve earnt them. Unless you win the lottery. Then you can do what you want. I like to think I would go all Angelina and do some work for the UN. But even I know that I’m more likely to drive children into slave labour than help them out of it. Only kidding but seriously, I’m a bad egg. It’s better for the universe if I just work and save my money.

I can’t get enough of doing simple things. I’ve been walking round the block twice a day, hanging out with my family, watching movies with my husband and Nan (we’re like the odd triple), cooking and a spot of reading here and there (if you count my Nan’s that’s life magazine… which I totally do).

It’s the simple things you miss while you’re enjoying the wonders of the world. Just wait for a couple of months, I’ll be complaining all over again about the simple things and be desperate for someone to buy me a plane ticket to anywhere.

For now, there is no anywhere I’d rather be than here. Where would you rather be?

 

Advertisements

Homeward bound

Standard

We have returned from our final adventure in Greece. Arrived back in London just in time for the riots; we all know how much I love looting and acting like a total chav…. not really.

Greece was absolutely beautiful and I’m so glad that we took our last trip there. We visited 4 islands; Mykonas, Paros, Santorini and Ios, as well as Athens. The highlights for me where Paros and Santorini because basically I’m a massive Nanna. While all the others on our tour went for all night party-a-thons in Mykonas and Ios, the hubby and I had quiet dinners, chats on the beach and played cards. We are so out of control. Watch out go fish… we know how to par-tay.

Paros and Santorini were very chilled out. Perfect for watching the sun go down, reading books on the balcony, wandering through the streets eating £2.20 Gyros and taking Facebook profile pics… just for lols of course.

Athens was very disappointing I must admit. I will forever look back on it and recall its sticky heat and overwhelming smell of cat pee. It’s such a shame because it has so much potential to be a beautiful place. Le sigh. But it made me ready to go home, inducing incredible homesickness.

I’ve missed my family so much while being over the other side of the world. I miss Vegemite, tim tams and decent sausage rolls. All the simple things at home that I just don’t have here, particularly my colour coded wardrobe. Because I’m an absolute freak.

Tomorrow is actually our last day in London though so it won’t be long until I can unpack that suitcase of mine for the first time in 3 months and put everything back in its order. My Dad is picking us up from the airport so I shall be begging on the way for him to take us for a sausage roll. If anyone is under the illusion that England does this pastry justice – come to Australia!  We rock the shizz out of the saus roll. We also do amazing potato scallops but that’s another story, if I have to think about them too much I might sink into depression.

Whilst I’m obviously super excited to be going home, I am totally going to miss London. The energy of the place, the amazing public transport, the people, the close proximity to other countries and the fact that no one cares what you wear or how you look over here, you can just be yourself. Right now I’m using a turtle shell as a dress and no one is even looking twice. Except that I’m not. Because that would be mean.

What do you miss when you are away from home??