I can’t remember the last time I craved home so much. In the past six weeks, I’ve been on the road for 23 days, in three countries, on a plane, bus, and boat, and have unpacked three times. I feel beyond blessed for these opportunities, all because of this crazy blog. Hand-shakingly blessed.
But there really is no place like Home, no matter where that is. We’ve been in Bend, Oregon less than a year, and while the city itself doesn’t quite yet feel like home, my family does, and always will. My home here on earth is wherever they are.
A few days ago, I returned home from Queensland, Australia, where I spent a week with ten other bloggers and some fabulous Aussies to show us around. My main purpose was to pick Darren Rowse‘s brain, who was hosting this trip, but the sprinkles on the cookies were getting to see Oz.
I made friends and connections, saw the tub drain in the opposite direction (I’d like to thank the Southern Hemisphere…), and ate crocodile, kangaroo, jellyfish, and more fish than I can remember. I went SCUBA diving for the first time, I kayaked among mangrove trees, and I zip-lined through the rainforest. I dined to the music of a didgeridoo.