Airport update

What a blur the last few weeks have been!
Firstly - no jelly beans for the 4 jabs I had because I wasn't allowed to eat anything an hour before or after the fizzy raspberry flavoured dose of Cholera I had to take :-( poor me.

But everything else has run miraculously smoothly.  Finished up at work, possessions either packed to the sea container, packed to go with me or sent to the Op shop, lots of eating and drinking things I may not have the opportunity to enjoy for a while and LOTS of friend catch ups.  Never enough time and always heaps more people I'd love to see, but I think I did pretty well given the time.

I discovered that the problem with coming to love a place and its people- the problem with having a place to call 'home' is that its so heartbreaking to leave! I've felt so much peace about this journey but the bubbles of grief have been intense.

And now I sit at an airport in the Middle East, with flights being called in Arabic, observing the range of women's attire appropriate for this part of the world. Wondering how much 'life as I know it' is about to change.  Looking out across the tarmac to the white dust fog that blows off the desert and sits above the water, reducing the early morning sun to an outline of an orange globe... and yep, it feels pretty surreal.  Thankfully Im on my way to Europe for a few weeks briefing first. Time to sleep. Time to settle and consolidate.