...is feeling incomprehensible. I'm eleven hours ahead of my family, and go to bed as they wake up. Tomorrow I cross a state line and gain another hour. Making it exactly twelve hours difference between home and here*. Incredible. Bizarre to have lost a day and yet somehow feel like I have fitted so much into the last week.
...is losing all meaning. I am not, as I have frequently mentioned, a morning person. And yet today I awoke at five, ate breakfast at 7.30 and by ten had done a long walk too. I love rising early and starting my day as the sun comes up.
...is being kind. I can't believe that, although the days are flying by, we have had the opportunity to come away for such a long trip. Great to think we are not even half way through our holiday, and to have days of travel stretching ahead.
...is best spent in the company of family, especially The Husband. As much as I am missing home, particularly my parents and Millie, it has been great to spend some time with my family here in Australia. It has felt incredibly lucky to be able to come on such a special trip with grandad and share some amazing experiences with him. And after months of feeling like time with each other was snatched between trips for work it is wonderful to be away with The Husband, enjoying each other's company and exploring a new country together.
*told you it was incomprehensible! Have since realised it has gone the other way so ten hours difference rather than eleven, and definitely not twelve!