Home Sweet Home??!!

Well after a whirlwind trip to Perth, we are now back in red dirt country. And with mixed feelings. There's nothing like the comforts of your own home, your own beds and all those little things that just make life easier and more pleasant, especially with little ones. But when all your belongings are in the middle of a red dirt nowhere, and with 40 plus degrees everyday, well, it can kind of take the shine of home.

We loved the sea breeze and mild temperatures that we had in Perth. The chance to enjoy more cultured things with one another. We didn't miss the heat, the sun that restricts when we're able to go outside, or the almost constant swatting of flies from your face when you do venture out. There's beauty in these parts, but living here, brings with it a more complicated view perhaps. One that certainly hit home, as soon as we landed and drove back into town.

What I am grateful for. That living here for two years, allows us to be together as a family. And is allowing me to enjoy those fleeting few years at home with the girls, before they start school and I return to work. And at heart, home is really more about the people you're with, not just where you find yourself and your belongings living (I'll keep reminding myself of that one!)

Can you spot our airport in this picture and the one below?

Plenty of hi-vis wearing men at this airport!

It's the Little Things

There are many positives of living in this part of the world, and lots of new experiences to be had. But it's the little things that I've most enjoyed during our stay in Perth. 

Thumbing through books in an independent bookstore (much more enjoyable than buying online). Sharing gelato (I use that term lightly, as all I really was allowed was to lick the drips as they ran down the side of the cone). The abundance of new parks to visit with white, not pinky red sand. The sight of water, be it river, beach or small water park. Good coffee and Rudolph red nosed baby cinos (who barely lasted past this photo).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Holidaying with little ones can be exhausting stuff. Especially when you're trying to make the most of every little minute around middle of the day naps. I started off like a bull at a gate, but I exhausted us three. Tired and cranky kids, makes for tired grumpy me. So the week that started off as a sprint, ended at a snails pace. 

I didn't get to go to some places that I wanted (let's just say a screaming crying toddler who wants to go home NOW in the middle of the David Jones food hall, does not make me want to sit down and relax with sushi and a coffee). And I didn't get to see everybody who I would have liked too, which was disappointing. But I'm sure I'll find myself another reason to visit again soon.

Apologies for the small text, and different texts in the last few posts. Something has changed in my formatting since we've been in Perth (I'll blame the slowest internet reception at our apartment/hotel), and I haven't quite worked out how to fix it!!