I'm back at Sydney Airport. The third time in 10 weeks.
You'd think I would now be a seasoned traveller. But alas I'm just a country hick.
I've forgotten my toothbrush, my deodorant, my long black socks, the headphones for my Ipod and my blingy headband I wanted to wear tommorrow.
I'm obviously going shopping in the morning.
Unfortunately this trip is not a happy blogging experience. My sweet, gentle Nanna has passed away at the age of 92. I'm heading home for her funeral and a reunion that will be epic.
You see, I have a very big family. Mum has 2 sisters and 3 brothers. And I have so many cousins, possibly millions. And they have partners and kids ecetera.
I can't remember the last time we were all together. I mean all of us. Possibly when Pop died and that was over 20 years ago.
It's such a bittersweet reason for all of us to be together. I wish it was a more of a happy time...
But I kind of think how happy Nanna would be knowing HER family are all together.
I'm really missing my kids today. I've felt a bit teary all day, seeing little ones with their parents at the airport and at the train station.
I suppose it has to do with the reason for this trip.
It's nice to get away, but I can't wait to get home to them ♥