Halfway

I neglected to mention that yesterday marked six months since we left the UK, which means we're on the way home now and we'll see you in another six months.

It's been a great six months but it's definitely the bottom of a U-shape or a J-shape because living in a damp, cockroach-infested flat with a husband flying about on a helicopter wasn't exactly what I signed up for this time last year.

At the present time I spend 50% of my waking hours wishing I was back home having a normal life, am desperate for a glass of wine and a gossip with my friends, often feel very alone and miss my household appliances more than my car, which is a surprise.

On the other hand, when I think about leaving Australia, I feel very sad and upset. What I am struggling to work out is whether I'm sad because this is where I want to live or whether I'm just sad at the prospect of this fabulous adventure coming to an end. We'll need to work that out when we get back.

In the meantime, the current state of play is this:-

1. We love Sydney but we're not sure we like the people
2. This is a shame because we've discounted living in any other city
3. We could consider living in FNQ but it's too hot in summer
4. We like barbequeing things
5. We like the free parking but wish we could turn right to get there
6. We don't like living in a flat
7. The winter is colder than we thought
8. We're definitely coming home in January
9. I'll probably give up my job in November

and perhaps the most important one

10. We're coming home for at least two and a half years and we'll make a decision after that, depending on how much further they screw up the NHS and how many more crappy summers there are. And how often I cry about missing Sydney.