Back from Outer Space

Forgive me bloggers, for I have sinned, it's been almost a year since my last confession.

Just doing a quick skim over my previous posts I'm amazed by how much has changed since I first blogged.

Just some quick updates.

I'm back in Australia, living in Newcastle, but mainly working in Sydney.

Is this full circle-ish or what? Or is that my guiding angels are just very environmentally conscious and I've been recycled? Perhaps somewhere in the very distant past, one of my ancesters was a homing pidgeon?

The weird thing this time is that I want to stay.

Or maybe not so weird.

Being in Qatar was an amazing experience. A full on, non stop, gravity defying experience, which I find now, I can hardly recall. It doesn't even seem real, more like a saw a postcard, than actually lived and worked there for 12 weeks.

But being there and then on to London for five weeks, I found myself continually thinking of my family. How much they meant to me. How much I missed them. And one day, wandering the streets of Paris, I just decided to come home. Just like that.

So now I have some stories to tell of adventures in ol' blighty and my little tripette to Paris. They'll come later.

But just now, I'm back....from outer space...