Words under Pressure #20

Our current trip has once again reacquainted me with the beauty and variety of this wonderful country I have chosen to come and live in. And since I’ve been on the road for days, I have no sewing to show you, and my camera is staying safely in its bag, out of the rain, so it’ll have to be words again.

Someone asked me the other day if it hadn’t been really hard to give up everything and everyone I had in England to emigrate to Australia. Yes, of course it was hard, I was dragging up my whole self by its roots, but it would have been much harder not to come here. I fit in here better than I ever did there, I feel more at home here than I ever did in England. I was drawn, as if by a magnet… It wasn’t ‘brave’, more inevitable!

Immigrant’s Song

Far will I travel over strange lands,
Touching none, seeing none.
Called, pulled by my heartstrings
To a new land, a new home.

Many millions will I pass,
Unguessed, unknown, unmet.
Gladly passed, gladly left,
For my new land, my new home.

Straight as arrow flight
Will I go, eyes ever ahead,
Passing marvels unmarked, undesired.
Towards my new land, my new home.

I have not left the ones I love.
They are all gathered up.
I carry them in my pocket as I walk
In my new land, my new home.

It took a while to adapt, but now you couldn’t pay me enough to get me back. My roots are down deeper here than they ever were there.

Jet lag, what jetlag?

A dreadful time was had by all... You can see how miserable we both are!

A dreadful time was had by all… You can see how miserable we both are! And aren’t we nicely co-ordinated with the colour of the sea!

I thought it was going to be horrendous. It isn’t at all!

We left Barbados on Monday afternoon. Night one on the plane to London.
We left London on Tuesday evening, after half a day with my brother, handing over quilts, being fed a huge and splendid fried breakfast, having hot showers and generally straightening ourselves out. Night two on the plane to Singapore. We struck it lucky there; the plane was only 2/3 full and we both managed a few hours of sleep stretched out across empty seats.
We left Singapore on Wednesday evening. Night three on a plane.
Thursday we got to Brisbane in the early morning, and three hours later caught our fourth plane home to Mackay.

The Dowager collected us and our baggage, and had kindly bought us some groceries. We got home, sort of unpacked, showered, discovered the aircon in the bedroom had finally given up the ghost, hauled the mattress into the living room where the aircon was still working, and fell into bed.  Got up again about 4 hours later, got a pizza, ate it, unpacked some more, went back to bed. We woke up at the normal time and are feeling fine.  I think we’ve gone so far the wrong way that we’re back in our normal time zone again.  I’m sure there’s a day missing there somewhere, but I don’t care!

My brother gave his quilt a rapturous welcome and couldn’t stop thanking me. I have to do the hand quilting on Happiness in the coming days, but after that, I really must get on with Broken Bottles for my wonderful sister in law, so that she too has a quilt to enjoy. She was looking a little wistful when we left…. My sewing machine has been in the workshop for servicing and repair, and hopefully I’ll be able to collect it tomorrow.  I feel a little odd having no sewing project in hand!

The garden is looking great despite the untender mercies of Tropical Cyclone Ita last week.  The neighbours kindly kept it watered when it wasn’t raining.  I have a lot of weeding to do, but other things have also grown a lot and I had to prune some areas quite hard to give the understorey a chance.

And now we have Easter to look forward to, and chocolate to eat. The Husband doesn’t go back to work until Anzac Day on 25th April, so we can take it a little easy in the coming week.