Home to Australia

Sooner than we could have imagined possible, we found our six months over. Even though we had enjoyed our Osaka time, getting there had been a bit of a slog. I think it was the realisation that the end was near combined with the reality of packing all the stuff to leave Hiroshima. Our mood getting into Osaka had been a mix of grumpy and sad, but we'd ended up having such a great time (Expo and Sumo!) that it had really turned around for us. 

Then we really packed our bags one final time and prepared for home. The girls were happy as could be. Even a day of having to juggle suitcases and kill time before heading to the airport didn't phase them. They were ready. 

I think I was ready, but also so very not ready. I was ready to give up living out of a suitcase, and ready to have an oven again. Not ready to say goodbye to the trains though. Not ready to stop bowing to people to say thanks to them. Not ready to say goodbye to kimono in the shops, a convenience store on every corner and a ridiculous mascot for every city. 

But there we were. At the cross over point of coming and going. First thing to do at the airport was weigh our bags. They were about 10ks over. We could have juggled things around and added to our carry on, but in the end it was quicker and less stressful to pay $30 for the extra allowance. We may have celebrated that decision with our last Mister Donut of Japan. 

That job done, we killed some time by playing a round of D&D at the airport. Never would I have thought I'd be doing that in my life. Then it was lines for bag drops and security checks. Compared with flying out of Osaka in 2024, where we spent an hour and a half in the check in line and then another full hour getting through security only to have to run for our plane, this was relatively painless. We got through with about an hour to spare before departure, so Steve even had time for a beer. I had time to try to use up all our yen buying every variety of Kit Kat the airport Lawson had to offer. 

Walking onto the plane, some random Aussie students decided to join our selfie. 

Night time plane flights are pretty standard as far as things go. I think I got about four hours sleep. Rachel again, got the most, Sophie, probably the least. Brisbane airport was busy, but we were fine to take our time finding all the bags and getting in the lines to get out. I thought I'd cry when I saw Maria waiting for us (she certainly did), but no tears yet. 

We managed to get everything in the car and were off home. Appreciating the big blue sky of Australia. Perfect weather to come home to. As we pulled into our street, I could see the red flowers of the bottle brush trees in full bloom while Steve marvelled at the wide road space with actual nature strips and footpaths. I cried when I saw our neighbours out waiting to welcome us home again. So much love. 

That first day and week home passed so quickly and with a huge amount of surreal. Steve went to the doctor for a check up on his hand (all clear, praise God!) and a hair cut. We hit Aldi for the first basic shop, struggling to think of how to buy groceries for anything more than two days since that's really all we catered for in Japan. The girls reconnected with their street friends and were out of the house at the creek more than they were home. I unpacked everything and cleaned the house. We had a street party, saw family and got back to work. 

There was joy and adjusting. Lots of stories to tell (the girls go to stories are catching the puffer fish (Rachel) and beating the sumo (Sophie)) Steve and I struggle more with what to share out of so much that happened. I have had the hardest time adjusting back. There is something I just love so much about Japan. As part of our visa requirement, we can't return to Japan for six months now. We actually had to sign forms at the airport saying so. I could certainly have cried then. But we will be back. I don't know when, but I do know that. 

Thanks for coming on the journey with us.