Coming home was weird. Flying back into Australia I didn’t really feel like I was returning home. I don’t know why but I am guessing because so much has happened in the past three or four months for me that I have a bit of an overall disconnected feeling going on. Could be some serious jet lag going on.
Having stayed with our ‘new family’ in Scotland gave us that unique opportunity to not just holiday, but live in another country like you would if you lived there. We stayed in a house, in a suburb (Bellshill, right on brother!), with our own room and ensuite and we went shopping every second day down to ASDA or TESCO or Morrisons and lived, like people live.
That made it feel like home.
We weren’t hopping from hotel to motel or rushing around sight seeing – we just plonked on the couch with great friends, family and ate and drank away the daylight every day.
To Lorna, Mick, Kyle, Ainsleigh and Roco (woof), thank you from the bottom of our hearts for making us feel so welcome, our home is your home too.
We did so much, I saw so much, I have been to so many places. It seems a bit blurry right now.
My favourite things have all become blog posts so here is a bit of a list of those top holiday thingamies.
- Supercar Lifestyle – track day driving a Ferrari
- Daytona International Speedway tour
- Edinburgh Castle
- Hunting Unicorns
- Matlock – not the TV show and Monkey Bike Gangs
- An Aussie petrol head let loose on the British motorways
- Mud slinging on quad dirt bikes
I had no idea there was such a pattern of petrol abuse! Ahh well…
By no means an exhaustive list, if you want to read them all I suggest you use the ‘Browse by Awesome’ index of Tags at the bottom of every page and try ‘travel‘ or ‘photography‘ which should bring up a pretty big list of stuff I have done. Or just click those links aye? Nae bother.
But coming home had other shocks in store as well. I can’t believe the cost of living in Australia. Was it always like that? Surely it didn’t change that much in the two months I was away but it really feels like we pay way to much for our groceries and fuel and just every day living stuff. I had a fast food fix through jet lag and was gobsmacked to pay almost $20 for two crappy breakfast meals.
It is possible that I have become an obsessive shopper as well, I shopped my head off while in the UK, fashion there is miles ahead of Australia and again, tonnes cheaper. Buying really nice quality cotton t-shirts, similar to our Bonds t-shirts (used to be) you wouldn’t pay more than one or two pounds. Ridiculous. I bought home many. Many. Lots. Heaps.
But that is it for now, time to settle back into my day job at Telstra, pull my head in at home and work through a tonne of mail and bills and crap, and just try and find some sort of routine again so we can pay off the Visa card (eek!) and hopefully do it all again really soon.
Hope you’ve enjoyed reading my holiday travels and that you might even come back to check out what else I get up to on a somewhat regular basis.