We go home tomorrow. Today was devoted to resting up for the fireworks tonight and the journey in the morning.
We have done it all, just about. The weather kept T. and me from trying to surf. I was reluctant to pay the exorbitant fees to do the bridge climb, so we skipped that. We never made it out of Sydney, really, in spite of wanting to visit friends in Melbourne, the fish on the barrier reef, and the big rock in the middle, Uluru. And that is all okay. We had great fun, learned lots, and filled up our adventure tanks.
Now we are ready to go home. I want to see my friends! I want to cuddle my dog. Ride my bike! Use the dryer. Cook in my own kitchen. In short, I want my own homely hobbit hole with the kettle just on the boil, or my life’s equivalent.
I am grateful that the world is big and full of new things, but I’m also grateful that it is small and full of the familiar things I love.