Yes this post has been a long time coming.
It's been three weeks today since we arrived at our new abode, "The house on the hill" and it has to be said that it's been a shock... culturally, emotionally, mentally and physically.
Leaving Broome feels like I have broken up with a boyfriend. My right arm is missing. I'm in mourning.
The problem is that there simply is no remedy other than time. And I am SO impatient. Reading "It's Called a Break up because It's Broken" simply won't work this time, because there was simply nothing broken about me and my relationship with the Kimberley.
The thing is I don't HATE it down here at our little shaggy shack on the hill. In fact I can see myself growing to quite like it...once it's had a complete makeover.
It's just that I haven't quite come to terms with the fact that my fabulous life that was Broome is over.
The thing is though, I still have my true love by my side and he is as the saying goes, "as happy as a pig in shit".
Speaking of pigs, look what I spied on my way home from Perth over the weekend.
Culture shock well and truly.
