Well there could not be two polar opposites as to this time yesterday and today. Two flights and I'm transported from the steamy latitudes of tropical Elcho Island to the arid desert of the Red Centre of Australia.
Yesterday, in Darwin airport, I was reflecting on my time spent travelling from job to job and the amount of time spent waiting for flights in various airports around the country. The trip from Perth to Elcho was not without it's issues. The day I was due to fly from Darwin to Elcho the flight was cancelled but not without spending some 6 hours waiting for confirmation that it was actually cancelled. The same flight the next day was delayed, so another few hours spent ....waiting. Thank goodness Jo and I took advantage of the annual, I think, offer of no joining fee that saved us about $450 each on the normal Qantas Club fee. Money well spent factoring all this time spent loitering about departure lounges waiting for connecting flights.
Although I have spent the greater percentage of my life living in the tropics there is a certain feeling of being comfortable back in the desert. This feeling of being "home' caused me to reflect again (this self reflection is most unusual) and consider how long it has been since we had a real "home".
We have recently bought a house in Port Denison to be considered our retirement home but have not spent much time at all in it! On quick calculation it has been probably 4 years since we purchased in Alice Springs and that only lasted maybe 6 months before we headed out bush again. Prior to that it was a similar amount of time before that we left Cairns. So for the last 8 years or so we have lived in either Department of Health housing in remote communities or in short-term holiday lettings or travelling. I must admit it doesn't feel that long, haven't missed having a real home and if the truth be known have quite enjoyed not having any ties to anywhere in particular.