So, while my husband has been away working for the last two weeks, I have been left without my camera. Also because there is only one of me left in the house, my desire to cook has slightly lifted. Momentarily I promise, but none the less I have been living off bachelorette food (slightly more fancy than bachelor food, but still lazy attempts at meal making. For example; bachelor meal: ‘Eggy- in-a-basket’ vs. bachelorette meal: ‘French toast with a sprinkle of nutmeg’, still lazy). All in all there is just nothing really to report on the western front.
Therefore I will skip back a few weeks, gosh, months even, (already?!) and tell you about that little Island that fell off the bottom of Australia. That little crumb of land that is so many times left off maps and logos. That little mouse of a state that looks up quietly whilst all the other states clamber over each other for attention. Tasmania. That is where a piece of my heart will always stay.
Being in Tasmania for a month really set apart of me ablaze, like for a moment, everything was perfect. It was like being in a fairytale. Being surrounded by hills and mountains again, I can’t explain what I did to me. I almost cried with joy when I hopped off the plane in Launceston. I was home again. Of course I was on holiday and everything is wistful and dreamy when you are holiday, but in ‘Tassy’, it was more-so.
Oh so much more more-so.