It’s all over and time to return back to the city, my job and the reality of life trying to earn a dollar and being a good person.
The last 5 days for the most part have been good. I got to spend time with people I don’t see as often as I’d like. My footy team won, I made an unexpected semi-final with Catherine Coutts (well done Catherine!) but I also learnt a few things about how I need to get into better sharp. The next few years should be my best not the start of the decline! Cleaning up the campsite is not very motivating, luckily I didn’t have to do much, somehow fit everything into the car, throw out the trash and keep an eye on the children. Reagan, my uncle Paul and I set off for home around 10 am with a fully loaded car. It took about 3 hours to get to Attwood and getting out of the car proved my legs are getting old (although grass tennis does mean you are stretching for the ball more – at least that’s my excuse!). Sitting back in Southbank uploading my photos from the holiday/adventure while my colleague were back at work I kept thinking that this is what life is for, to get away from the big city and have some fun with friends. I’ve been up to Myrtleford 8 times now, I not sure how many more are in store but I do know that I much take breaks like this, especially when my work starts becoming very difficult.