Melbourne or bust
So the time has finally come.
At this very moment, as I type, my beautiful sister, gorgeball of a nephew and lovely mum are somewhere between Dubai and Singapore, actually make that Singapore and Melbourne, or maybe it is Dubai and Melbourne? Hmmm if I am totally honest I am not sure quite where they are at this moment, what I do know is that I really don’t envy them the journey. The memory of my very same journey some 5 months ago is still etched in my brain, and I still bare the scars from the silent biting fight that I endured on the 2nd leg. It is certainly not one I intend on doing again for a good while.
I haven’t seen them in the flesh for nearly half a year and so you can imagine that I am beyond excited to catch sight of them coming through the arrivals hall. I can’t wait to whisk them out of the airport and into Melbourne (with my trusty Sat Nav ‘Bruce’ guiding me of course, my sense of direction is pretty rubbish and knowing me we would be halfway to Sydney before I realised we *might* have gone in the wrong direction on the highway.!)
However,assuming we don’t get lost en route, I am really excited to be able to show them my little life in Melbourne. To take them to my favourite cafes, my toddler classes with the Bear and for them to see how I have settled into life as a Melbournian.
I am also a bit apprehensive, I mean what if they don’t love my little corner of Melbourne as much as I do? What if my life here doesn’t impress them? I know I shouldn’t really care what people think as long as I am happy, but they’re my family and I really want them to like it here. I want them to see how settled I am and be happy for me. I don’t want them to arrive with huge expectations only to be disappointed. Does any of this make any sense at all. . . . . . . .probably not.
Am I being ridiculous? I am being ridiculous aren’t I?
Linking up with Jess at Essentially Jess for IBOT (if you haven’t linked, give it a go it’s fab)