The Journey

Firstly, thank you to everybody that took time out to come and see Phil and I on our last day in the UK – it really meant a lot to us.

We were finally ready to leave after packing and re-packing our suitcases and hand luggage 3 or 4 times. Did you know that you are only allowed 23kg per person on an international Qantas flight? Don’t they understand that some people are moving to Oz instead of just going on holiday, therefore require more than a pair of flip flops and a swimsuit? Grrrr! I digress…

At the airport, the goodbyes were difficult and tearful – yes, even the people you wouldn’t expect. That was the last hurdle though and with Phil and I supporting each other, we set off on our journey. The first flight was 11 hours long and Phil slept for about 8 of those, making it a long ol’ journey for me. After a small delay in Hong Kong, we set off on our final 9 hour flight to Sydney. I’d like to take the time here to say that we drank within reason – no, really – and it was the calmest I’ve ever been whilst flying. Phil is so proud of me. Flights can be a nightmare for him with my panic attacks but it seems like I’ve cracked it – yes!!!!!

Customs was a dream with cheery and polite staff and we got through with our jellybeans, Lily O’Brien’s and salted Lindt chocolate no problem. The cute lil’ sniffer dog checked our bags and we were through in no time at all. Justine picked us up with baby Braden and took us straight to the hotel.

That’s it. Drama free. Amazing.