Apart from almost missing my flight, my journey to
Australia was surprisingly smooth and restful (even if I did lose my iPod
somewhere between London and Singapore!)
It was 1am when I landed in Perth. I wasn’t really
tired, the excitement to see Mr W after three months apart kept me awake and
energised, so much so that when I passed through customs and collected my
luggage, I hurried my heavy trolley along at a joggers’ pace through the
arrivals exit searching amongst the crowds of people for his familiar face.
There he was sitting ten or so metres ahead,
“Sweetheart!” I yelled and waved as I pushed my trolley and hurried towards him
with all of my belongings. I was surprised
he could see my head poking out behind my stacked suitcases and bags on my
trolley. I was so caught in the moment rushing along to embrace him that my
trolley was still in motion in a different direction when we reached each other
and hugged. “Welcome to Australia sweet”, he greeted me.
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