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We Are Home …

I loved our time away, but there is nothing like coming home—dinner with our daughter, Riley sleeping on his mat, or sniffing all the things on his morning walk, saying hello to people we know in the street, and best of all my own bed. After dinner and my coaching call last night, I had a soak and read my book in the bath and then crawled into my bed and slept for 8 hours. I can’t even remember waking up during the night. There are still bags scattered around the house, but I made that a today problem, or maybe I’ll push it to a tomorrow problem. We’ll see.

Waiting for me at home was a postcard from Nicole. Our daughter has been checking our mail, so I knew it was waiting for me. She was running through the various pieces of mail, “Something from ASIC, a letter from Worldvision, and a postcard from someone called Nicole.” I didn’t even try to go into explaining why Nicole, who she doesn’t know, is sending me a postcard from London. She was probably wondering who sends postcards these days. When I was standing in line to buy my Melbourne postcards I did hear a person in the shop say to their partner “Who sends postcards these days, do they even get there.” I can now confirm that they do in fact “get there”, well at least from Canada. I can also confirm that Kyria received her postcard from Australia. To everyone who is expecting a postcard from me, don’t worry, they have just gone in the mail so hopefully will arrive in your mailboxes in a few weeks. I am not as organised as Nicole with my mail sending.

Today I had a work meeting which I put off due to our travel days and I also need to fit in strength training, but I will do it at home. Tonight is CENSUS night in Australia. Hopefully G and I can finish work early and get it done before dinner. I want to flop on the couch and do nothing tonight. Despite my good sleep I am still feeling tired after the race on Sunday and then our early start for 10 hours of driving yesterday. I want to share some photos from a morning photography outing I took in Yamba and tell you all about the City2Surf weekend but I’ll save that for another day and get back to my list of all the things I have to do.

What’s your favourite thing about coming home?


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3 responses to “We Are Home …”

  1. Yes, I want to hear all about your City2Surf weekend and your race!
    And how cool to get a postcard from London from Nicole! Wasn’t she there back in June? So it took the postcard about 6 weeks to reach you? I actually love that. In this age of instant messages and emails, there’s something wonderfully old-fashioned about a little piece of mail taking its time to travel across the globe.

  2. Welcome home!!

    I also got a postcard from Nicole in London which was especially fun since I got to SEE her in London.

    It can be hilarious how long it takes postcards to arrive. Sometimes it’s less than a week to get to Canada from Europe and other times it takes a lot longer. Years ago I sent two postcards from Paris: one to a friend who lived about 10 minutes drive from the second friend I sent a postcard to. Well, one of them got it in a week, and the other one got it a whole month later. Which felt SO CRAZY. They live almost next to each other and yet it took an entire month longer for one postcard to arrive?? That’s always fascinated me.

    We also used to send ourselves postcards from every destination we visited (we stopped that tradition a while ago!). And one of them never arrived. We’ve since moved houses, but I sometimes read stories about letters being delivered 50 years late and wonder if something similar will happen with that missing postcard some day 🙂 Especially since we mailed it from a neighbouring province a few hours away from Nova Scotia… so it’s not like it was being sent across a giant ocean or anything. It should have arrived in a few days but never did.

  3. Ha! I send so many postcards! Of course they get there.

    The best part of coming home for me is seeing my dog and cat, but I suppose that’s a particular thing. It’s certainly fabulous to sleep in my own bed!

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