So I’m sitting in Melbourne, resting before my trip. And I feel struck by a feeling of home.
This is, of course, influenced by the fact that I’m;
- Sitting on my parents couch
- Swaddled in a blanket
- Enjoying the perks of a perpetual tea maker (aka – Mama)
- Smelling freshly baked rose teacake (bow down before your domestic goddess) and,
- Listening to my parents discuss politics…in an endearing way
But I’m mainly referring to the undeniable feeling of belonging that sweeps over me whenever I find myself back in the state of Victoria.
Sweet cheeses it’s nice.