House of Dreams

The time has come. We have made the decision to book and confirm our flights to return home to Sydney, Australia. All paid and completed. We will be home for Spring. Home for Spring. It has a lovely sound to it, doesn't it? Two summers in a row will await us from now till then. 

COVID has been an unexpected curve ball. We've lived through 15 months of a pandemic impacted continent. We've lived an experience we hope will never cross our paths again given the death and sickness it has brought to almost every country. Though our lives continued, our freedom of movement and travel was much curtailed. My engagement with colleagues and clients, developed through an endless prism of lockdown and video calls. I will always remember this time, forever etched in our minds and our hearts. 

The sense of preparation for returning home is now in front of us. Our departure is mid September. We don't have much to pack, but have commenced the six month blood test count down for Milo's departure as well. Just as our two and a bit years have flown, so too the next few months before we arrive back home. Mixed emotions, overwhelmed with the joyful thoughts of seeing Thomas, but also, an unexpected sense of wrenching will be in store for us in leaving the beautiful, enchanting, historical city of Amsterdam. Our much loved home away from home.