147/365

Taking delivery of my shipment of boxes, 3 months later!

Pashley is back (but not back together... anyone know a good bike repair shop??) as well as many, many shoes and DVDs.

61/365

My Dad's tears at the airport as I stumbled out of the arrivals gate. My mum's beaming face when I got home. Hugging my brothers later the same day, and laughing on the porch. The crisp Melbourne sunshine in my face, staving off jet lag. Catching up with my parents and telling them about how I've been. Being looked after by them. My mum's home cooking.

Well, you get the picture. It's lovely to be home.

60/365

The view from the plane window as we flew over Australia, a bright orange strip defining the horizon, blackness above and below.

59/365

Basking in the warm glow of the Late Turner room at the TATE Britain on my last day in London. Heavenly.