I had already been to Disneyland six times before I turned seven. I loved it then and, as it turns out, I still love it now. We lived in Los Angeles when I was little so when anyone turned up…
Author: Tina
Like a week in the desert
Crowded House had it just right. There is nothing like a week in the desert to make you feel at home. Palm Springs sits in the Coachella Valley, which is part of the Colorado Desert. There are more National Parks…
Yes
After years of saying “Are we there yet?” the answer is finally yes. But as it turned out departing and even arriving can still be terrifying. Let’s talk first about the boarding process. Note to the people at United, no…
Status anxiety
I remember the days when I travelled regularly and the dream of Gold Airline Status was a real goal. Now the only status anxiety I have is whether I’m positive or negative. And I’m pleased to announce: the result is…
Reality sets in
Nothing like a jab in the arm with every vaccination under the sun to make this journey finally seem real. Reality sets in. I am really doing this. Yesterday I got the polio vaccine booster shot. I didn’t know Polio…
Avoiding Spanners
We have spoken of the Stephen Bradbury moment of falling just before the finish line. There are various other cliches that can assist me at this time of trying to get to the end. Avoiding spanners is right up there.…
Alpha and Omega
Alpha and Omega – the beginning and end. So much of our lives in the past two years has been controlled by letters of the Greek alphabet. We thought Delta was the worst. Now there is omicron. Is this trip…
Are we there yet?
Remember those family road trips to the old fibro holiday house or the caravan? Everyone crammed into a medium sized sedan, packed to gills with fishing rods, bait and eskies. And three kids in the back shouting all at once:…
Thelma without Louise
Writing about moving on made me ponder my reasons for going back to places I have lived. Let’s face it, with more than 26 houses to revisit across three continents, I could almost do it constantly. At some point it’s…
Moving on and on and on…
Once I tried to work out how many times I had moved house. I think it’s about 26 times. That includes living in three countries and a tent. No wonder I never felt like I was from anywhere. Well, not…