Me on offering stone in Egypt


There's no place like home
There's no place like home...

Perth, Australia

Thursday 26th October 2006, 10.40pm

Dorothy is back on the farm. I arrived home yesterday morning to a magnificent homecoming. Mum, Dad, Haylee, Kamahl, Teliah and Tanner were all there with flowers, balloons, bells and whistles to greet me. It was truly sweet that first glance and first hug. I was really excited to see them. I slept a little on the plane but the closer we got the more I couldn't contain it. They made me a spectacular breakfast and we kissed and hugged and spent all day together. It was wonderful. I went to bed early and awoke today feeling great. No jet lag. I did the mundane things like washing, cleaning up my holiday mess and going through mail. I spent over 4 hours downloading my photos onto my computer and organising them. I never had a moment of 'why did I take THAT photo' but I will definitely take less photos length ways (it is a killer to rotate every 2nd photo). Now I am ready for the epic slideshow that you will ALL be subject to. Just joshing - I'll cull the 1630 photos by a hundred or two.

My last day in Hong Kong was nice and I spent the day by myself (as I started) at a large outdoor buddha and a monastary. The last 'sight' I went to see (not quite so ironically) was covered in scaffolding. I went to the airport about 8pm and checked in through customs only to get a call from Justin (cute guy I mentioned previously) saying he had come to see me off. I was unable to get back through the depature gate so we waved across a mezzanine and got confused with each others attempts at communication. Then it was off to board my last flight.

I think it will take me a little while to realise that I am not moving on in a few days. As much as I loved travelling (I must admit to watching Getaway tonight) it is nice to be home. It is the little things I like. For example: calling family just to say hello and then talking for 30 minutes about hairstyles and equally silly stuff, having my bed and own room back (although I didn't recognise it when I woke up this morning), not freaking out when my butt touches the shower wall, wearing different clothes (I may be a diva over the next week, changing my outfit 3 times a day, just cause I can!) and just the comfort of home and loved ones so close.

As this is my last blog I want to say thank you very much for reading and being on my journey with me. Your comments comforted me and made me laugh. I really appreciate my 'regulars' (or cheer squad) with their consistent pep talks. Thank you to everyone for taking the time to make contact with me. You are wonderful.

Thank you again.

Signing off (sadly),

Love Kym