Home...

I arrived back on the Gold Coast last night after a weekend back home in Canberra. I was overcome with emotion on the plane, choking back tears with thoughts of family running through my mind. For some reason flight attendants don't seem to understand that the tears running down my face mean I don't want to purchase anything off the ala cart menu and I certainly do not want a headset! The strangers next to me appear incapable of minding their own business and interrupt my wallowing and self indulgent nostalgia. The vast night sky outside the tiny window reminds me of my insignificance. The tiny lights of civilisation below whisper loneliness, scattered along the way like hundreds and thousands. I'm reminded how fragile life is, how quickly warmth and comfort can turn into cold reality. Home feels so far away.

My sisters are my best friends in the world, they are my heart and soul, so beautiful, accepting and unique. I find freedom in their company and peace in their presence. Bridgette and Fi, Budge and Goose, my little wings, I love you more than words can say xx



The tree outside my bedroom window back home, was only a foot tall when we moved in ...it amazes me every time.



Nick and Dads rally car



My beautiful mum



Loving the new watch Bridgie gave Fi for her birthday



Family lunch





Me and Fi x





Blue jean baby...

Big sky's, bright smiles, white lace, kids birthday parties, fairy floss, white tanks, sparkling water, quiet moments, young love, 50's, Friday afternoons, reunions with friends, learning to surf, swatches of fabrics, brand new bondsies, words of wisdom, cheese and crackers with wine, silver chains, starting over, hope, possibilities, memories.



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