A quick flight from Melbourne, (seriously quick, our one hour flight arrived 15 mins early) above the clouds and I'm home.
In my childhood home, sleeping in my childhood bedroom. Although the room has been through a few changes since I left. The wallpaper and the bookshelf remain the same.
Between jet lag and insomnia I didn't sleep all that well in Melbourne, but it must be something about the comfort of home - I've had two relatively good nights sleep.
No exciting touristy stories to tell, this trip is not about that. Yesterday I spent the day with my Mum and Nan. Today I'm home doing laundry and re-reading some of those books on my bookshelf.
The weekend will be all about hanging out with childhood friends.
