Home.

I hit the 12-week mark while we were away, and the first signs of a baby bump appeared!

And... I'm back.

Seeing a whole lot of another country makes for a busy two weeks. Hectic. Now I'm home, I just have this feeling of catching my breath.

I love coming home - after a time of wondering where we'll sleep each night, what we'll eat, whether the water will be drinkable, and what we'll do, it's a relief to return to the ease of home.

Relief. The predictability is comforting.

I want to revel for a while in the homeliness of home. My own patch of earth, my little timber building, the smells, the familiar sights out my window. It's heaven.

There's nowhere in the world like this place I live in. Going away always reminds me how much this spot - Melbourne and the hills and this whole state - has my heart. Always has and, I suspect, always will.

It's good to be back.

I hope you're all well, too, and I can't wait to catch up on some conversations and blog reading and also share some of my holiday stories with you!