I haven’t been home since we moved down here in December and I can’t wait. The girls are hoping to have a play with Hannah’s friend, and I am hoping that there are lots of good garage sales, or that the markets are on so that I can get some clothes for the kids. My brother and sister, and their families are coming up for dinner, and I am hoping that the kids have a good time playing with their cousins.
We were planning on going up on Thursday night, but last week I got offered a (second) job, one day per week at the local high school. It is basically my dream job, meeting with senior students and supporting them as a mentor, through their HSC (final exams). I didn’t really want any more than 3 days per week work, and I loved having Fridays off (who doesn’t love a long weekend??), but the job was just too good, and the prospect of picking up work so close to home was one I couldn’t turn down.
Anyway instead of a long weekend swanning around the mountains, we are doing the mad dash up after work on Friday, and will drive back on Sunday afternoon. I was planning on a visit to the shopping centre to find a dress to wear to my Brother in law’s wedding in two months time, but I have put it off for another trip.
I’m actually a little scared too. I am basically enjoying being down here, but I am worried that being back in the mountains will remind me too much of all the things I love about them. The idea of home is so complicated right now, I’m not sure anywhere else will ever feel right.