The Ties that Bind

We're back in Australia, residing up in Ballina during the silly season. This is the season of consumption, not just of goods and food, but also of basic utilities. Goonellabah features a street, Trinity Drive, whose inhabitants compete for the title of greatest electricity consumer, related to Christmas lights.

Trinity Drive display

Clearly the winner!

We've already blogged about our feelings of returning to Sydney, and the subtle alchemy worked on us by Pavlov. We feel no longer captivated by the baubles of city living and the status symbols of the bright lights. We feel somewhat cast adrift, with only Pavlov to call 'our home'.

However, what has proved enduring are the ties of good friendship that have endured our absence. Its been wonderful to catch up with old friends, to share the tales of our adventures and theirs, and to realise that true relationships endure, despite the separations of time and distance.

Megan and Dave

Helen

Their new macadamia farm

Some friends had new additions. Bernie and Sandra had a new son, Draken, as well as a new house. I remember Bernie starting the first Sketch-up drawings of the house when we were teaching together in Casino. It was amazing to see the building finished; such an achievement.

Bernie, Big W standing proud on his new veranda.

Sandra, with a sleepy Draken

Some had just moved house, with exciting new plans waiting fruition.

Bernie, ensconced in throne.

Ngaire

We're about to welcome some new in-laws, with Ayla's marriage to Tony tomorrow. Its also great to catch up with far flung siblings; Anu down from Townsville with Laurie and Zion.

Tony, a man of many dips.

Laurie, Anu and Ayla in family confab.

We might have 'up-anchored' to possessions and property, but its grounding to feel that we are still anchored to Australia by our good friends and by relationships that matter. They are indeed the ties that bind.