This time tomorrow we'll be at LAX waiting for our plane — and I think we're flying the big new A380, which will be exciting. A few hours in Melbourne en route, and then straight through to Perth.
I had a few sad days, when the dogs left and we started packing in earnest. And I'm sure gonna miss lots of wonderful things about living in America. But now I'm all excited about being home again.
There are boxes everywhere. There's a mountain of stuff to go to Goodwill tomorrow, and another mountain to go to the tip. All the cupboards and all the drawers are empty.
:: I have my beloved Mac back, complete with brand-new hard drive and a new operating system, so I'm very happy about that. It doesn't quite feel familiar, but I'll soon get that sorted once we're back in the lower hemisphere.
:: Lily's back in Australia! I won't have to climb on board that giant plane feeling that I was leaving her all alone in this great big country. Her boyfriend, Nick, is with her, and they're going to be staying on the farm down south, working as and when they can, and studying to finish their degrees over there. Both these brilliant young people have negotiated independent study contracts with their faculties, found sponsors, and packed up their house. Then they drove south to us for a few days and flew off.
:: I'm exhausted, so forgive the rather disjointed news. Only one brain working at the mo.
I shall have to sign off now — upstairs to bed for the last time in this house.