Back to reality

I just had three of the best holiday weeks ever. It was so nice to see everyone again and it was great to be able slip back into old conversations with friends just as if it hadn't been one whole long year since we last saw each other. We started our trip in Montreal and made our way across Ontario, ending up in Niagara Falls. We got to see so many people (although we still managed to miss some of our favourites because of our/their schedules). I had lofty ideas when I packed and I brought my yoga mat, some thesis work and picked up a new pair of running shoes, but barely managed to get in much time on any of those three tasks (yoga, studies or running). Instead, I ate a lot, drank too much and slept in every day. It was the perfect way to end our first year in Australia and start my second year of my PhD refreshed and ready to get on with it.

So, after a long, long flight (thank god for those Qantas personal entertainment systems, on which I managed to watch every chick flick that's been released in the past year...don't ever rent He's just not that into you, but do rent Confessions of a shopaholic), we got back to Sydney this morning. We made Vic walk in the door first to make sure the huntsmen spiders hadn't taken over our apartment during our absence, and once he gave the all-clear we were relieved to drag in our luggage and start unpacking.

It's nice to be home.