I have just taken my first short break by myself. It’s only taken me forty years.
I took myself off to Perth, where I went to University. I have only been back once before but that was en famille.
This time I was going alone.
I started the day at home with my TV addiction. A Farmer Wants a Wife. (Seriously, I love this show more than is acceptable.)
Then I was off to airport where even the hour long delay of my plane failed to burst my enthusiasm. Instead, I spent more time in the Newslink, slutting about the books and magazines.
I wrote 3000 on the plane and even the screaming the babies couldn’t detract from my high in being so high and away from my normal life.
Landing, I was thrilled to see my dear friend and so the holiday began.
I could write a long essay about how what’s changed in me from this trip, and much has, but I won’t, because like dreams, these changes are only interesting to the person having them.
But I am looking forward to coming home with my new knowledge and mindset and I am truly blessed to have my dear friend in WA.