Going through the many pictures and videos that I captured on our Tasmanian adventure stirs up a certain bittersweet nostalgia in me. The memories of the laughter and fun that we experienced is so tangible. I wish I could go back.
The wonderful time we spent together as a family and the absolute blast we had with our cousins
could never be replaced. Every moment was special; the loud voices on Christmas Eve, the rather wet breakfast she and I shared on the lawn, the gentle rip of festive paper on Christmas morning, the infectious, cheek-splitting laughter at night around the kitchen sink, spending hours at the windy Salamanca Markets in Hobart, and of course, playing 'real-life' 'cluedo' in the house. All of these memories along with so many more are very precious to me.
Being away also taught me something important. It taught me that taking a step back and gaining a new perspective is like splashing your face with icy water; you can see things clearer and you feel more alive.
Now, being back home is like beginning afresh. I've seen, I've tasted, and I've breathed in all the 'home-like' beauty around me! Life is good and worth it, even though I ache with homesickness for my "Tassie family".
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