The last twenty four plus hours have had a sense of being catapulted into action.
From dinner with friends, to breakfast at Caitlin's house (with her homemade buckwheat bread!), to a run around the bay at 7:01am, everything seemed very normal, despite the reasons for my being in Sydney.
At 3-something O'clock, I found myself staring out the window of an airplane, and suddenly, things felt very real. Despite all the send offs from friends and family, it didn't sink in until that very moment; there's no going back now.

What followed was twenty four hours of pleasant company, movies, entire books and broken sleep. I met a young woman who reqeusted an in-flight consultation, when she discovered I am a naturopath. I was seated next to a friendly, considerate violinist, who shared with me her toothpaste and travel experiences. I had a laugh with the Englishman from Penrith, who was off to visit family for the first time in two years, and made the two hour flight much faster than it seemed, being the last leg of travel.

I can now tell you just how fast one can sprint, when realising at boarding time, that your gate has changed, but no announcement has been made. I can say "water please" in German, share where the best resting places are in Frankfurt airport, and admit that my travel agent was right when she recommended a single stopover, versus the two I chose.

Life in London is pleasant. I am staying with my cousin Robin, and his three gorgeous cats. Managed to stay awake, with much encouragement, until 7pm, and then snuggled into bed for a twelve hour catch up sleep, waking to the sound of a blowfly and the feel of sunshine over the bedcovers.

There is a sense of normality. There are familiar faces, a safe base, and a resting spot.
Nothing exciting to report, other than I am safe, well, rested and well cared for.