Okay, so I’ve decided to temporarily commandeer my List of 5 blog (I know, not much to commandeer these days) in an attempt to keep a travel blog for our family Australia trip. If you are asking yourself, why in the world do I care about a suburban family’s trip Down Under, I completely understand. I advise you to click away right now and find something more pertinent / entertaining. Perhaps the latest post on Muammar Gaddafi or um, say Charlie Sheen, since they both seem equally ubiquitous and, you know, bat shit.
But if you are interested in something a little more light hearted with a bit less civil unrest / porn star activity then stick around.
People often say to me that it must be difficult living so far away from your family. And most of the time it does. Most of the time it sucks in a big way. (Cue violins) In my adult life I have never experienced a spontaneous shopping trip with my beloved sister or popping round to my parents’ for Sunday dinner. (Okay, violins can stop now.) But this is the upside. All of my fun family goodness (as well as a little bit of inevitable family drama, I’m sure) squeezed into two weeks. Starting on Sunday with one of the perks of having loved ones far away: The Airport Pickup.
Let’s see. My mum and dad both visited in 2010 but I haven’t seen my sister in over a year. Hubby and the kids haven’t been to Oz in four years. They’ve never met their little nephew/cousin. When they see him at the airport in Adelaide it will be for the first time. I think they’re all coming to the airport, including the adored F&F. (More on them later.) In today’s “reality” TV world, perhaps it doesn’t compare to the partially manufactured drama of The Bachelor or whatever that Snookie show is, but in my little life, The Airport Pickup is all the drama I need or want.
And needless to say,
I. Can’t. Wait.
(Oh, btw, I’ve got a fun little surprise for one of the Fs that I want to tell you about later. Nothing big, just something I know she would get a kick out of. But it may or may not work out…)
1 reasons for living:
Have fun. Tell that Scotsman I say hello. And btw, if you come back sayin' "How ya going?", Jill and I will unfriend you post haste.
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