After a two-year absence I drove over Terrigal headland in anticipation of our reunion.
The coastline stretched out and unfolded before me like tied handkerchiefs unravelling out of a magician’s sleeve.
Shades of crystal blue united with rich, yellow sand.
The lucky country.
The free country.
A golden land.
The tyres turned; my gaze froze. I felt what was an embrace with a long-lost relative in one deep breath.
My eyes swelled as I contemplated the fact I am able to call this home.
How fortunate I am to call this home.
How lucky to have spent my childhood in this golden land of sand, sun, safety and shore.
I imagined the awe and expressions of disbelief from those who had taken me in around Latin America and the Balkans were they to have been peeping over my shoulder.
Families who do not have a lot, but would give their last crust of bread.
Families who give without any expectation.
Families rich in culture, togetherness and soul.
I thought of you and many others today and all the ways in which you have enriched my life.