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Tuesday, 3 November 2009

No Place Like Home


After moving mountains to get away to the Gold Coast for a birthday celebration for Matthew's beautiful younger sister Saturday night, we were happy to walk into our magnificent room at the Sheraton Mirage. Dumping luggage, Matthew was quick to make us a drink, jump on the super-sized bed and hit the TV remote to find MacGyver screening. No siree, it just don't get better than this.

After a magnificent evening, followed by a super-sized buffet breakfast-cum-lunch we rolled ourselves back onto the plane for the trip home. What a wonderful time we had and even though only one night, it provided a great escape from the harsh reality of home at the moment. It also made me realise I would never trade my lifestyle. Well except maybe some of that soft clear shower water which lathers soap like I could only dream about. Or maybe the King sized bed just made for four squirming kids to squeeze in between Mum and Dad. Or maybe more of those 9:30 breakfasts.

But the people, oh the people, nothing wrong with the people, just soooo many of them. All crammed into a very small space. It was refreshing to touch-down in our hometown, and look out across the tarmac at a dry dusty vista all the way back to the mountains. Not a high-rise in sight. And then to bump into 3 people you know at the airport. That didn't happen in the south.

After a week which included losing a tank of molasses, putting down one of the kids' horses, two flat tyres and a speeding ticket (don't look at me), it was a most welcome break.

2 comments:

  1. Those getaways are always so nice! But your right, no matter the hardships there is no place like home!
    Especially when home is away from the crowds. ;)

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  2. Well all I can say is you certainly added to the glamour of the Gold Coast if only for a day.
    Ol Nev.

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