The past two months here in Australia have flown by. It feels strange being back in Melbourne...strange in that good way. You know how it is when you are away from a place for a long time, but then as soon as you arrive it feels as though you never left...as though nothing has changed. It is the same when you see friends and family you haven't spoken with for years and you just pick up where you left off...
I haven't even been doing that much here. My mum kept wanting to take me to the city, or to the country or some other tourist places and I had to remind her that I left the Italian tourist (bel ragazzo) behind, and that I had actually lived my first 23 years in Australia and the last thing I wanted to do was go to the city, or the country. I used to work in the city! I told mum the things I most wanted to do were 1) go and see English films at the cinema, 2) eat lots of international food 3) watch lots of English t.v 4) read lots of English books 5) speak lots of English...ha! 6) go to the beach 7) get a tan 8) do nothing. So I have done all of the above and am happy.
I am not sure when I am next going to be back 'down under' and this time it has been more necessary for me to reinforce the fact that bel ragazzo and I may never return to live here. There comes a time in a travellers life where you stop being a traveller and start becoming an expat. Since leaving Australia 7 odd years ago I never officially told anyone that I was intending to settle overseas. I just assumed that if I was still over the other side of the world then they might get the hint. It used to annoy me so much when my family would ask me when I was coming home to Australia, when was I going to settle down... Did I really have to spell it out for them? Seems I did. My twin sister and my colleague both said that I had to tell my family outright that I may never return to live in Australia. It was only fair.
So I did tell them. 2 years ago when I was living in Sicily I called and said that I did not see myself coming back to Australia. They accepted this for a while, then forgot...so last year kept asking me again when I was moving back. So again last year I told them all that I was happy living in Italy with my bel ragazzo. Since coming back and seeing them face to face, it seems that once again I have had to tell some family members that I may not be ever coming back to live full time in Australia. I only realised I had to tell them more forcefully when my mum questioned my motives for wanting to ship a lamp overseas!
I have had a great time being back but at the same time cannot wait to leave and see my bel ragazzo again. I will be flying out of here on Wednesday, get to Rome on Thursday where I stay the night before flying to the Canary Islands on Friday. My posts may be a little infrequent but there'll be tales from the Islands coming soon.
My nephew and I at the zoo.