It's funny the perspective a weeks worth of holidaying can bring.
Though I love spending time on the internet, there is a certain clarity of mind to be had when you don't have it. There are less distractions on holidays. I still cooked dinner each night. I still put the compost out. I still cloth nappied my youngest. But I was able to step back and enjoy life just that little bit more.
I felt that I could hear myself think. I could hear my kids clearly. I felt rested with a certain sense of calm that only idle time can bring. No plans. No expectations. I wanted to bottle some of that and bring it home.
I'd like to make time to read more. To engross myself in the world of a novel every now and then.
I'd like to knit outdoors more.
I'd like to reawaken my senses and enjoy more of what is under my very nose.
I'd like to slow down, even just a little bit.
We saw many beautiful places; breathtaking beaches the colour of sapphires and topaz, sandy tracks lined with gnarled and twisted banksias, rolling hills dotted with black and white cows. At times we threw around the idea of moving to such places. But as we opened the gate into our driveway we realised that we have it pretty good here. It may not be very green. It may not have the scent of salt in the air and the echos of the ocean. But the blossoms had emerged while we were away and the sweet scent of them filled the valley. The lilac and apple trees are budding. It's been a long cold Winter. But we are sensing a change. A reawakening. And it really wouldn't be the same anywhere else.
We are home.