Day 1 in Perth. In my mind it’s in two parts. Part 1 began with a 5.45am wakeup, and J driving me to Sydney Airport. Got a telling off from the Qantas check-in counter girl for having a 25.5kg suitcase, even after I tried to appeal to her humanity by explaining I was relocating. Said goodbye to J.
Part 2 began with QF575 landing in Perth at 10.10am, and a little boy throwing up on my hand. I was trying to pass his mother a plastic bag for him to throw up into and wasn’t fast enough in withdrawing my hand…… Ah well.
An hour later I’ve been reunited with my parents who are so glad to have me around (ahem, at least for now), and we’re back at my parents house. A shower, some lunch, a couple of phone calls to Perth friends. Then, I feel strangely unsettled, like I’ve forgotten something. There is nothing I *have* to do right now. After the manic busy-ness of the past 4 weeks packing and moving, this is a very strange feeling. I decide to get some groceries and toiletries. I head into Garden City shopping centre, the shopping centre I frequented with my high school and Uni friends (hugely expanded, renovated and more upmarket than it was in 1995). The Health Food store has a disappointingly small range, but (hooray!) Woolworths Garden City has almost the same range as the Woolworths we frequented in Sydney.

I grab the rolled spelt, rice milk and some other staples. And I am thrilled to see the T2 shop in the shopping centre. I definitely want some T2 tea, because when one moves across the country, one needs some constancy and a comfort drink.
I was going to drive to Fremantle (15 minutes away) to get some beans and lentils from Manna Wholefoods but I am feeling really tired right now. That’s enough productivity for now.
In line with my resolve to destress and have more balance in life, I sit down and enjoy a cup of tea when I get home. See, I *can* relax. Sometimes.
