Gone for good

What a few weeks we have just had.

İ know we have been slack with the photos but İ promıse we will upload a heap soon.

We wish you a Merry Christmas.

The flight back was uneventful except for a burning desire (satisfied) to by Megs a new laptop in Dubai. We were picked up at the airport by Annie and taken straight to The Basin, for our date with Bacon, lots of Bacon. Breakfast over, we went our separate ways for a week.

I can’t explain how strange it was to be away from Meaghan, my best mate, for a week, after having spent every day, every night for nearly a year, away from home together. I missed her before we had even left the front driveway. Whenever we are apart even for a day İ am constantly reminded why she is my best mate. İ feel like İ should be explaining some huge secret or some overwhelming sense of connection but it is actually something very plain. Her constant companionship and consideration is what İ miss when she is not around.

It was so good to be back home though, we realised that it is actually easy to be away. The novelty doesn’t really wear off, on the road you are always meeting new people, in new places with new beer. Sure we had missed home but we had also been very busy. It wasn’t until we were home, doing nothing, just hanging out at home, that we realised just how much we miss it.

First date on the social calendar was a wedding of two of our best friends, Kate and Ossie. In 50 words or less this wedding went like this: Pole dancing on the Hens, Ferry sinks on the Bucks, A lovely ceremony (Adam starred as the Usher), beautiful reception (Megs starred as MC) and kicked out of the bridal suite at 330 am by Matron of Honour. A great night was had by all.

Then we spent a really relaxing few days in Tasmania with Megs parents which was really nice. Then Christmas week at home. For me it was the first home Christmas for years and it was great.

Then, all too soon, we were on the plane back to Istanbul, and our new jobs (uncomfirmed), new apartment (unconfirmed) and new suburb (unconfirmed).

"Get the scales"
"The kitchen ones?"
"Yep"
When looking at upgrading the trusty tent, weight and packed size were the major selling points... hence the scales. Didn't work so until the MSR tent arrives we won't know exactly how good the purchase was. This was the story of our lives... and so begins the epic...

When I think about packing up our lives and saying goodbye to all things familiar, I don't feel anxious at all, because I am going with Adam. He is pretty similar. It isn't the 'home is where the heart is' or having a 'soul mate' to share things with - it is having someone to blame when things go horribly wrong, and they will - that is the only certainty, for the next few years at least.

We had a great Christmas catching up with friends and family and of course going to the MCG for the Boxing Day Test and a One Day International.

We went to Broken Hill for a great New Years Eve (and a dodgy firework!!) with Peta and Brett and managed to be there for the Fifty Year Storm. We slept through the house flooding . . . haha!!

We even had a little party at Denmark st with our roomies (Jen and Stephen), Jon and Shivaun, and Eddie. The weather was ridiculously hot therefore requiring us to drink ridiculous amounts of beer. It was a great send off.