As I sit here on the train heading to Ballan I can barely keep the smile off my face. I’m heading home! I’m just amazed at how quickly Ballan has become home really but home it is.
I had to come into the city today for a funeral. Martin wanted to pick up some more of our belongings so we drove to Spotswood, loaded the trailer then he dropped me at Footscray station before heading home whilst I caught the train out to the church. Afterwards I grabbed dinner with my Mum, something I haven’t done in I don’t know how long. :)It was nice to have a chat and a meal I didn’t have to prepare or clean up after. 😀 Stupidly I didn’t look up the train timetables so by the time I got into Southern Cross I had just missed a train and had nearly an hour to wait for the next one. I bought my ticket then went for a little wander around. And boy oh boy did I feel out of place. 😦 A friend said to me last week after a trip in to town that she couldn’t wait to get home to Ballan and I completely echo that. I used to love the city. It’s fast, exciting and full of experiences and adventures. Now it just seems too fast, full of people on a mission that I just seemed to get in the way of (sorry people) and smelly! I can’t wait to get home and smell the grass, trees and wood smoke from Ignisa (we named our wood fire Ignisa Fran – do you like?). I felt like the complete country bumpkin for which I used to ridicule my mother (sorry Mum).
So now I sit here on the train, watching the sun sinking behind buildings and clouds, listening to the hum of the engine and conversations around me and dreaming of a quieter tomorrow.
And a lovely polite ticket conductor too. 🙂