April 7th 2016
If memory serves me this would be Kingsley’s fourth visit to his Aussie home. First time at 3 months (introductions to the family) then 14 months (his Christening) then 2 years (birthday party) and now at 28 months (just a plain necessary to reconnect with his loved ones).
For six weeks we were in a state of relaxed bliss – being cooked for and fed, sleeping in and waking at leisure, clothes washed, dried and folded (thanks JiaJia Dôra) as well as Sydney’s finest beaches and warm weather waiting for us. Yes, I would say Autumn in Sydney and Byron/Bangalow is the best season to visit. We were barely in shoes the whole time.
Experiencing Greek Easter for two years running and Mothers Day among the clan made me yearn a little for repatriating soonish. Sylvia took us out to a house party at Bondi Junction the Saturday night we arrived and Kingsley took communion, as I did, as well as doing our prayers, the next day at church. Handled both the late night and the solemn liturgy like a boss. Mum opened up the house for an endless stream of friends and family paying us visits. She cooked non stop for six weeks and we also visited Oma in Bangalow for country fresh air.
Good friends from Holland visited us at home, and others took us out for drinkies at our local, The Coogee Pavilion, and we ourselves paid other friends a visit. Cousins from all sides met up, and Kingsley now had solid relationships forming with the next generation of rascals.