In front of the National Museum of Australia in Canberra.
I love living in Europe, yet I long to live in Australia. Robert’s family is there, but mine is in the US and we have also created a family of friends here in Stockholm. No matter where we live, we are disappointing someone by not being closer.
When I am in Australia, I am happy. But coming home to Europe always reminds me of how far it is from the rest of the world. I can’t just spend the weekend in Paris or London. If I take a halfway point between Cincinnati and Sydney, I end up in Hawaii. While living in Hawaii sounds good in principle, it’s also in the middle of nowhere when you get down to it. Which leads me back to wondering just where I belong in the world.
I have decided that the best solution is to become fabulously wealthy and bring back the Concorde so that I can get where I need to quickly. It would also be good to have homes on all three continents. Given that we are not fabulously wealthy, that is about as likely to happen as bringing back the Concorde just for me.
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