Leaving home.

Making the most of our last Bridge crossing!

Once we decided to accept the job and move to the other side of the world, everything happened very quickly. The movers were booked, tickets were bought and within three weeks our house was empty and we were officially homeless.

It was very poetic, our leave taking. We stayed in Terrigal for a few days, doing all the things we had done when we first arrived - only with earlier bedtimes and less drinking! We ate at the same restaurants, marvelled at the same views, and tried not to fill up our cases with beautiful things from beautiful shops.

We had a small leaving brunch - a pleasingly large number of people came to say goodbye over a coffee (oh, australian coffee, I miss you!) and slice of banana bread, and a few secret tears were shed. Finn had a great time playing with his friends, and we tried very hard to make his goodbyes meaningful, but three year olds have a limited sense of time.......
On our last night something made me smile: a group of girls click-clacked past us on the way to the pub - their highest heels on, their make-up done and their clothes and hair just perfect. On the corner stood a group of boys of the same age off to the same pub - thongs, boardies, singlets and just-off-the-beach hair. Such a Central Coast snapshot - hilarious!
We left Sydney via the Wiggles shop at the airport and considered briefly how we had arrived - we were girlfriend and boyfriend with backpacks and a couple of sticks of furniture. Now look at us. What can I say, it's been a good six years.