I recently flew to the Northern Territory which is where I grew up, it was a secret and utterly magical.
Darwin was brilliant. I turned 28, surprised my friends, got dressed up for the races, got to snuggle babies and chilled out by the beach on numerous occasions. The only thing that could have made my birthday sweeter was having my boys by my side.
Whilst everyone down home was wearing track pants and jumpers, I was working my shorts and chiffon numbers. The weather was spectacularly wonderful and I took every opportunity I could to sun myself. I ate lovely lunches, drank 5 times more than I have in the last 3 years in the space of a few days and I relaxed.
I mean really relaxed. There was 5% phone coverage where I was staying (nice one Telstra) so it meant I was off the grid for most of my trip. I’ll admit I hadn’t planned that part and it gave me the crankies but I dealt with it.
I slurped oysters, cocktails and drunk in the fresh ocean air. I strolled through the city in the sunshine and went shopping. I drove around the coastline with Dani like old times, except now there were four girls in the back. I lazily sipped wine and ate cheese in the pool with Wendy and talked about men. I rubbed Dani’s 36 week baby bump and smooched my godsons cheeks.
My soul needed this trip more than I realised. It was very emotional, conflicting and raised so many questions within myself, some that I’m not quite ready to air yet. I felt at peace, relaxed and comforted, almost as if I revisited a part of my heart I’d left behind. I always thought I was better off not stuck in Darwin but it would seem the Northern Territory, would forever be stuck in me.
Now I just need to go back with the boys so I can share my experiences with Aidan…