Stuff to Do

We arrived in Brisbane, Queensland Wednesday morning, waited for what seemed like hours to get our bags, made a pit stop for some lunch (which was some of the most revolting Chinese fried rice I've ever eaten from a shop called Wok Me), and then went to my mother and father-in-law's place for a rest. In the afternoon, they took Charlotte and I to meet Lachlan in Coolangatta. Being home again is very strange. It's almost like living in someone else's house. I'm also dealing with food issues again, much like I did when I moved here for the first time. I ate about a bazillion potato chips (Man, do I miss them) while I was home, and discovered a penchant for spicy fiery foods. I managed to bring back some hot sauce, but it's almost half gone already! What I wouldn't do for some jalapeno peppers... Charlotte has changed a great deal - she's not a 'baby' anymore, but rapidly turning into a very active toddler. She's not yet walking, but cruises a

But I do want to go home. It is the same conflict I felt when we moved to Australia 18 months ago. I have had a wonderful visit with everyone, and even with illness and tension, I have enjoyed myself immensely. How is it possible to feel two such opposing emotions equally? It reminds me of being pregnant - I love being pregnant, and can't wait for the baby to be born, but when labour starts, I want the baby to stay put. I've got some errands to run today, which hopefully will go smoothly and quickly. I also need to start packing, so I'm not running around at the last minute forgetting this and that.