Parents all over the country are alternately sobbing and cheering as school is about to start for another year. For those sending their kids off for the first time it’s a bittersweet moment of letting them grow and wanting to hold onto them, for others its a time that you can take a huge sigh of relief and start cleaning up after the chaos of school holidays (I’m definitely the latter).
A visit to your nearest state capital is something many people do routinely, but with Perth about 5 hours away from us (more if you drive with 3 kids and a husband in the car) it is somewhere we go for a visit on once or twice a year.
It’s a time that we can stock up on clothes from somewhere other than online or a chain store (me), complain about the traffic (husband), explore new parks, make new friends and catch up with the old ones, and generally shout at a level 50 decibels more than appropriate (the kids).
Last Sunday we arrived at you house, though you are not here, this is still your home.
We took the kids to see you in the nursing home, and though it was bright, clean, it’s not where I see you when I remember the adventures I had with you.