Hardly a noble moment, I staggered in after several delayed and missed flights in desperate need of a shower and with all my luggage lost. In all I think I traveled for three days straight.
As I passed through customs the poor officer asked me if I had anything to declare. I looked at him, eyes tearing up and on the edge of a mental breakdown and said tremulously, “All my luggage is gone… all I have left is this bag of almonds… but you can take them.” He waved me through quickly before I started blubbering all over his desk.
After a few days, though, everything was once again right with my world. The lost luggage was delivered safely and I got my shower. Within a few days I got to meet my first wild ‘roo in a park and settled into a whole new way of life. The biggest things I had to get used to was not using bleach in my wash, having no dryer and carrying a bag with me when I went shopping… three habits I plan to continue wherever I live.
Little did I know, as I limped off the plane and onto Australian soil, what adventures lay ahead and how much I would change. In the last year I’ve gotten married, seen kangaroos, petted a quokka, picked olives, played with red widows, had a summer Christmas, figured out the coins and written two books. After all that I can’t help but wonder where will I be next year and what will I have done?
Hopefully more… much, much more.