Home Away From Home

I have just returned home from a trip home. To make sense of the previous sentences let me tell you about my trip home to Australia.
I left Morocco after a month in Essaouira. I sweated it out on the train to Casa and spent the night at the Ibis. This was truely spoiling myself so much so that the shower and the toilet were actually separate in the hotel room. Something I had grown unaccustomed to during my month in Essaouira.

I was excited to be going home and barely slept a wink that night. Not only was I going home but my family and friends had no idea about my pending arrival.



After leaving Morocco, refuelling in Libya and stretching my legs in Qatar I finally reached Melbourne it was wonderful to be home, and cold. The duration of this journey door to door was about 30 hours.
The look on my Mum's face was priceless. Even better was the hair do she was sporting, as I had gotten her out of bed. All that aside mother and daughter sat up until 4 in the morning catching up on the 10 months since we had seen each other and I was tucked into bed with a cuddle and a kiss goodnight. Just like the good old days. I don't care what anyone says you are never too old for that kind of motherly love.
I was so happy to be home. I left Australia for 3 months (initially) and returned 10 months later. I think deep down I knew that would happen.



I spent 5 weeks between Melbourne and Jan Juc. The highlights were of course spending time with family and friends, numerous amounts of baby cuddles and basically just enjoying some of the creature comforts of home.
Some of these including (in no particular order):
Sweet Chilli sauce
Real tea bags
People using lines respectfully
Using my native tongue (even if I did slip up and say Shukran to a waiter!)
The ocean, MY ocean
Laughing with girlfriends
Dates with my friends babies
Amazing South East Asian cuisine
Driving a car
Watching great Australian programs (I'm still disappointed I'm missing out on Offspring - hmmmmm that doctor!)
Walking along the cliff tops in Jan Juc
Cuddles from Mum
Talking to my nephew, Daniel
My best friend 'getting' me

The list goes on and on and on. However, by the fourth week at home I started getting pangs of homesickness for Morocco. Much to the horror of close friends and family I started to referring to Morocco as home. I guess it is for now. I definately have both feet planted in Morocco for the moment. Even if I am a sun dried tomato craving, clucky, ocean missing Australian working in Marrakech.

Thank you to all the people that made my trip home so amazing. I love you and miss you everyday.