Wanderings
(11/05/13)
Twilight descends on the ceteria fields surrounding our little house. Smoke trails from the chimney and a kookaburra dives from the roof to secure his dinner. Inside, I sat at the long table, my pen laid idle beside me, my eye staring sightlessly out the window, my chin resting heavily on my fist. But though it may have seemed that my eyes were vacant, my mind was far from vacant. Thoughts roared around like a train on a circuit route.
I glanced at the clock, yes, only 11 hours till we were to leave. With I sigh I turned to my diary and penned these words: “Just eleven hours until I embark on my journey. I am sitting here waiting for the sun to set so that I can complete preparations. I am excited, yes, I am. I have been teetering on the fence between excitement and nervousness for a week now and I guess I haven’t really figured out quite which side I am on. But I know that as soon as we leave I shall swing myself fully onto the side of excitement.”
That evening, packing almost finished, I walked across the lawn to the shed to grab some books. The evening dew was freezing cold on my bare toes and for some reason I glanced up at the stars and as I did so, a huge lump seemed to arise in my throat and tears began to gather in my eyes. I don’t want to leave this place. I thought to myself. I wa8nt to stay here forever. Where the Autumn breezes play with my hair and the sun shines down on my shadow. I want to stay where my horses loves me and birds sing and there is peace. Suddenly I realized something: this place has become my home. At last. I yearn to be in this place. Home. Home…
(12/05/13)
The next morning I was awakened by a bright light shining in my eyes. But morning it hardly was, for Father woke us all at 3am ready for the long trip ahead of us. Within minutes we had said goodbye to Father and Mother had bustled us in the car. And with that, we were on our way.
The day passed slowly, as days spent traveling non-stop in the car are want to do. We left home, passed Casino, entered Queensland and visited my cousin. At one of the public toilets we used somewhere in Brisbane, I had the idea to write an essay on all the public toilets that I use on our trips. But I think I shall dispose of that idea.
Once, as we were zooming along the motorway, somewhere in Brisbane, Jack caught sight of a car similar to the Murchison’s. “Hey Mum, scoot past that car please.” He called out. We all cracked up laughing at the nonchalant manner in which he made his request and I quickly recognized the quote of the day.
We finally arrived at Grandma’s at about 5:30 - 6pm. That’s a long trip! When we did arrive, we were surprised to find my Uncle Dale and Aunty Chris and cousin Sam already there. I was put to work immediately at frying the gluten steaks prepared for our evening meal and as soon as the food was ready, we sat down to a regular feast. It was a pleasant time, as time spent with family should be and as soon as we were finished, we all trooped over to the nursing home to spend a little while with Pop.
By this time, my body mind and soul were weary, too weary it seemed. And thus it was that bed was the most welcome abode for me as soon as we got home.
“And the evening and the morning were the first day.”
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