To tie up a loose thread: one that this space accidentally plotted.
Returned three mornings ago.
I sat on the planes that were taking us home (particularly the one from Milan - Dubai) and could not believe how wrong it felt. The strangest feeling. Mirrored again as we flew over the island. I was not ready to return but here we are and it is . . . motivated.
and my house, as D put it, feels like it has been on holiday as well, extremely distinct feeling. My dog is altered, calmer, low key. My street feels energetic, a house is being prepared for sale, a new baby is down the way, my neighbour returned my dog in the evening with a laugh, the kids down the road wandered in to say hello to Q because they hadn't seen him in ages. And I, I am ramped up on some bevy of emotion and hormones that sees me sleeping tiny bites, and re-arranging every room concurrently. Painting one of them, de-storing it in order to do so, filling up my car with huge bags of clothes and crrraapp, saying yes to The Greates Ute (I learnt to drive in a ute, always knew one day I would return), it is all over the shop.
And the month is October and the evenings hum with that peculiarly beautiful October vibe (poor tragic overused word).
