It’s been two years and nearly four months…in other words, far too long. But finally I’m going home, for a good chunk of time over Christmas.
People in Spain keep commenting how nice it will be to escape the frosty Segovian winter and get a dose of Australian sunshine, but the truth is, I couldn’t give a damn about the seasons. I’m just so excited to be seeing everyone at home. It’s got to the point where I’d even go in June, and that’s saying a lot. I definitely don’t feel ready to move back ‘for good’, but god I miss Melbourne, and I’ve been missing it in little phases ever since I left.
When Mum was here last summer, we agreed that no matter where I was living or travelling, I’d make it home for every second Christmas. I think that’s only fair, and as far as Mums go, a pretty lenient concession.
To be honest, I’m a little anxious. About getting/missing such an expensive and important flight. And because more than any other holiday, I want this one to be perfect (though I know that these things never are). I’ll be making a few trips within the trip (to visit distant rellies, to a music festival, to go bush walking in real Aussie bush), so time-out in Melbourne will be limited. It’ll be logistically/temporally/humanly impossible to spend ‘enough’ time with ‘everyone’. But no matter, I’ll do my best, cross my fingers, and drink a lot of coffee (if I can remember how to order it… coffee is so complicated in Melbourne!).
In the meantime, on the Spain front, everything is trundling along nicely. Apart from the initial chaos at the start of the academic year, my classes seem to have all fallen into a good rhythm. I’ve had four city breaks in the past five weeks (Cordoba, Salamanca, Oviedo, and Madrid), and for the first time in a long time, have been enjoying both weeknights and weekends… sampling and re-sampling Spanish food and wine, just in case I hadn’t done enough of that already! It’s occurred to me that perhaps everything is getting a little too comfortable. After New Year’s, the plan is to pull my socks up, put my nose to the grindstone, work my butt off, espabilar*. But before expending all that energy, it’s probably a good idea to recalibrate. And the best place for that is home.
I’ll be there soon, in just a few sleeps! **
* espabilar is one of my favourite Spanish verbs, meaning to ‘liven up’ or ‘work harder’. It comes from the noun pabilo, wick, and refers to the action of cleaning back the melted wax from a candle so that the wick can burn better
** no idea how many real sleeps until I’m home, but the journey will take well over 30 hours… so I’m hoping to fit a number of snoozes in!