I apologize for being remiss in my blog-writing this past week. My stateside friend was in town, making it impossible to find any time to sit and write, which in truth, really isn’t a bad thing. How can I complain about my life being so jam-packed with fun that I cannot find time to write about it? In my estimation, that’s a perfect week.
Her visit was perfectly timed and great for so many reasons. First, I’ve been working my tail off since Mouse’s departure, and was beginning to feel the burn. I needed a good excuse to take time off and play. Second, it was my birthday week. I would have been severely depressed if I had been forced to spend my birthday wiping poo. Third, I’ve been pretty homesick and her company helped lift my spirits more than I can explain. Having an old friend in my new world was comforting, like slipping on an old, favorite pair of jeans.
I did my best to play tour guide, although we didn’t do anything overly touristy. We toured the Sunshine Coast, lazing about Noosa and hiking the Glass House Mountains. We bush-walked throughout the Tambourine Mountains. We caught the train to Burleigh Heads, on the Gold Coast. I introduced her to the fun-filled world of caravan parks. We tackled as many artisan markets as we could find. I may have failed in my quest to find her a kangaroo, but I think (I hope) I was able to compensate for that disappointment with all of the other fun stuff.
But now she’s somewhere over the Pacific, headed back to L.A., and back to her real life. Her Aussie adventure is over. Although my adventure still technically continues, I must now return to usual doldrums of adult life. I’m back to work and sliding back into my normal routine, which always seems so anticlimactic after a week like this. Luckily, the dullness will not last long as I already have some more exploits in the works.
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