Home

I just arrived home after a couple of weeks adventuring without my family. It’s the first long trip away from my kids since they were born. Large chunks of it were sensational, the sitting still, the staying out, the small amount of stuff to carry around. Even the painful moments, like a 2 hour delay on the tarmac before a 15 hour flight was super manageable, I just relaxed and read my book. No sweat, no meltdowns.


I had fun, slept pretty well and took a few long slow breaths. All the way in, and all the way out.


All that being said. I was very pleased to arrive home yesterday. It was hugs and smiles from the children before they quickly resorted back to their standard program of energy and shouting. Classic kids.


I love it though, and the experience of leaving, makes the pull home and the grateful realisation of how good I’ve got it very strong. I don’t know if there’s a way to have what you’ve got and stay constantly aware that it’s great. Maybe that not a possible frame of mind to maintain, maybe it is. Tonight though it’s sparklingly clear, I’m a very lucky man and I’m stoked to be home.