Last time I was homesick, I was working in New Zealand. Took about three days after I arrived.
This time, I seem to have managed to get through two months before it hit. This time, it was stumbling across this photo that triggered it off. My life is so completely different now from everything in that picture. It was Australia Day this year (26 January), about 100 degrees (38 or so), and that’s me with my best mate River. After this, Luke and I sat in the shade, drank some beers and talked nonsense with good friends Stacey and Peter. Now, all those people are thousands of miles away and I feel like a different person. Everything is different here. I know now how my mother felt. She immigrated from England to Australia, and she used to talk about how the colors were different, the color of the sky and the color of the grass. She missed the green of England. I miss the Australian summer sky, so hot and blue it’s almost yellow. I miss the hot northerlies sandblasting my face. I miss sitting in the shade after a horse show, hot, sweaty, and dirty and drinking an ice cold beer with my closest mates. I miss the golden quality of the light and squinting into it on the long drive home.
I don’t usually put personal stuff in this blog, but today is just different for some reason.