A week has passed since we came home last Sunday. It feels like having woken up from a long, beautiful dream. I have to pinch myself in between, telling myself that it actually is real, all the memories, all the pictures in my head. And it’s just a week ago.
It is impressing how quickly we get used to our ‘normal’ life, we just slide back into our old habits. And I guess this is the way it should be.
After a long trip home, 34 hours all together, we stood in front of our building Sunday morning and Robin had the biggest smile on his face, telling us that he was so excited to finally be home again. Forgotten were the tears and despair at our departure. It felt weird though, opening the door to our flat, still quite empty after renting it out the past months. Didn’t really feel home yet.
The weather couldn’t have been any better – it is actually warmer here in Oslo than it was in Northern Queensland. So in between carrying up boxes from the basement and unpacking our stuff (incredible how much we stored away…!), we spent the afternoons at the beach, enjoying the beautiful fjord. Swimming without crocs, sharks and jellyfishes is quite nice, I must admit!
What helped me most through the first week (I would be lying if I pretended it wasn’t a shock coming home), was meeting up with good friends. It is great to see them again after all this time! And it gives us the possibility to tell about all our experiences, adventures and challenges.
During the coming weeks I’ll also be going through thousands of photos, trying to sort them in one way or the other, remembering the places as I look at them. We’ll hang up our big painting which we bought in the Red Centre, bringing the starry sky of the outback into our living room. And at one point we’ll probably start talking about our next trip to Australia, because one thing is crystal clear: we haven’t seen enough yet!
RCD on Walkabout 
Welcome home! 🙂
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