Tonight B and I fly back to Australia for a bit of recharging and reconnecting with the ol' motherland.
Well, motherland in my case; step-motherland in his case, as he's a Canadian who carries an Australian passport.
But more to the point, has it really been that long since I last went home to Sydney?
It seems like yesterday I was having these same thoughts, writing a similar post. Except last time, I was much more nervous.
This time, I pretty much know how it'll turn out... I'll have a fantastic (if not chaotic) week catching up with family and friends, I'll smell the fresh air and gawk at the big skies, I'll treasure every priceless moment, and then I'll return to Hong Kong and settle back into my new home here. And I'll be just fine.
I am looking forward to so many things...
Sitting in the company of my amazing family without a webcam in the way.
Raising a glass to my dad's birthday on his Sunday-happy balcony.
Waking up in my mum's house and stepping onto the back porch with a coffee, breathing in the fresh air and listening to that incredible sound we call silence. Hong Kong hasn't quite discovered it yet.
Having B by my side this time... the way it should be.
A week of no Chinese food. Yes I do love you Chinese food, but we need a break.
Filming the backstory for our U.S. reality TV series (which is actually how this trip first came about).