When I returned to Australia in 1998 I entrusted a box of photos and paperwork to my brother to look after. After all I was only going out there for a year so it contained things that I’d need when I first returned.
I never dreamt that I’d be out there for many years and that my brother and his family would move more than once in that time. On their last move I asked my brother about the box and was told that he’d not come across it in the move. I have to confess to being more than a little sad about it but my own fault – I’m an adult and should be responsible for my own things.
Obviously I came back to England and got on with my life. I didn’t need the box or its content… or did I?
You see there was one thing in there that I have thought of often. Wondered where it is. What it said. etc. It was a Journal that I kept on my first trip via Asia to Australia in early 1998. A trip that changed and influenced me far more than any other education or experience in my life. For so many reasons.
I’ve just received a text from my sister-in-law. They’re clearing out the loft room for their latest house move and she’s found THE box! Her text says it contains “A brown covered journal”.
I so can’t wait to be reunited with the Journal… and the other content of the box. I’ll keep you posted… whoooohoooo 🙂
Pingback: Reunited with my past | AnnaGoAnna Wallace