So here it is. I’ve made it back to Australia. After my final two weeks in a little hire car, gradually shedding the last of my possessions at friends’ places, saying a lot of goodbyes, and even taking the adventure spaniel on a tube ride through the heart of London (and on a supermarket run in Clapham because every fibre of my anxious being was 100% convinced he would immediately be stolen so there was no way in hell I was leaving him tied up outside anywhere), I finally rocked up to Heathrow airport with 2 suitcases and a crated pooch.
I’ll be spending most of the first month squatting in Melbourne and having my heart broken twice a week by visits to the quarantine centre. However, the hound has done remarkably well and is coping admirably (unlike yours truly). I really like Melbourne, though my old home town of Darwin is going to be my base for the next little while, it’s likely I’ll move down south within a year or two. Melbourne is high on the list of potential destinations…
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