Every time I come home, I’m struck by a whole slew of feelings. They’re often fleeting, strong, and hard to define. They can be triggered by snacks, plants, clothes worn by strangers, familiar architectural styles, or the feeling in the air.
But I’m getting better at acknowledging the feelings and sending them on their way. Our days of moving back and forth and uprooting our lives at the drop of a hat are over. We’re older, our family has grown, and the world has changed. And, anyway, the feelings are a mixed bag, and do not lead to conclusions.
But one thing I’ve learned is to soak in what I can, when I can, and to record what I can, to look back on when the feeling takes me. This entry is an exercise in recording, for posterity, and for those of you following our journey down under.
